Madness Of Mother Poem by Aftab Alam

Country fair, festive season, distant villagers,
Draped in new, all are happy, came to put hue,
To the masses, all are busy, buyers and sellers.
Suddenly heard: 'O Sunny, Where are you? '

High pitched voice of broken happiness,
Restless, airy face, wide opened eyes with tears
All kids of Sunny age in the rush of emptiness,
Became a like, No: he is not, do you hear! O Spears,

The lost boy at the far distant in the fair, spotted
Like lightening she ran and shouted as a thunder,
Madness of motherly cloud 'a nomad', melted,
Rained heavily, to cool the earth from blunder,
At last cried and said, ' O Sunny, Here are you! '