On Her E-Mail Poem by Suhail Kakorvi

ON HER E-MAIL
My sister Dr Ishrat wrote in her mail yesterday
She avoids dipping into old memory's Sick bay
Her escape raises so many questions in my mind
It has become for me impossible to reply I may find
Is it possible to siege such system around surmise
Which may not let the reminiscences therein rise
She wrote she does not keep photographs any more
Painful for her they are and seem drowning peace's shore
Just reverse that I feel comfortable in living in past
The images I want may stay, though run very fast
Save demises of dear ones pleasant were days gone
Inflation, pollution, corruption and mental perversion,
To such high degree had never reached dissatisfaction
Concept of social life was never broken so much into pieces
As today rash and wild six penny race real joy ceases
There had been people who talked and delighted spirit
Their selfless affection we got their words our hearts lit
So sad but at the same time so fresh Tennyson called,
The days that are no more the version in mind Installed
Freshness I absorb in me sadness I brush aside
In my creative venture with that I endeavor to glide
But I have no cheeks to advise my great sister to do so
Because of reverence for her I here keep my voice low
Brilliant Economist so diplomat she is, traveled world
Should my expressed views remain to her unheard
She must keep on serving humanity, ignoring memory's throng
And I must follow in my field her footprints, always reject wrong
Find from her source of inspiration O! my Indian young men
For she is an Indian soared so high why not you can then
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