Elegy From Mother: Lost Family And Social Abuse Poem by Muneeb Tahir Muneeb Tahir

Written by: Muneeb Tahir
Title: An elegy from a mother: lost family and social abuse

Somewhere in SEVILLE
The calm and convivial wind
Is blowing over my small hut
Taking soporific drug I am sleeping
Phantasmagoria is controlling my mind
And I can see the wind
Greeted with silence by my wind chimes
I know they are congenital blind
But they can feel the touch
And the residue of your absence
All they want is to be kissed
And choreographed by your little hands
But you cannot clock off from heaven
You are gazing at a hungry rabbit
Looking at me to grate a carrot
You are closing the windows
So that my rosary might not
Be mistaken as a necklace
How little are you to believe
In the THIEVING MAGPIE myth
You are finding your teddy bear
On your Papasan chair
Gifted by your father
Before his demise and before
I was widowed and cat-called
You began rhyming your poems
And when you said
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
I received a HYPNIC JERK
The wind pacified me by saying
PONTE LAS PILAS
(Don't give up)
But I am a mother
Not a bellowing cow who soon
Forgets her calf
(Muneeb Tahir Saleemi)