manzar jahangir


The Daughters - Poem by manzar jahangir

Hold it O Mom;
The life's thread-ball;
Embroider it on.

Braiding the hair and shred,
Filling the eyes with tears,
Cut the cord of the neck,
Hold it O Mom;
The life's thread-ball;
Embroider it on.

Use the scarlet thread mom;
The colour is favourite
It strikes; use it only,
Don't use green and blue,
Hold it O Mom;
The life, s thread-ball;
Embroider it on.

My only request?
To the old Dad is;
Thy daughter is,
Neither alive nor dead
Pray for me O Dad!
will hath to pass
Fine and bad weathers,
Hold it O Mom;
The life's thread-ball;
Embroider it on.
The innocent birth was brought,
Used it
And am going,
Leaving the yard of brothers,
One is going alone!
Free me Mom
From thy arms
Lest I should die standstill,
Take it O Mom;
The life's thread-ball;
Embroider it on.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 9, 2013


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