TEARS OF AN ORPHAN

17^th January 2003

An irreplaceable loss of life
For many who knew him

His friends, family and wife
Shall tell this tale so grim

But what about me?
Whose seven days old eyes
Will never ever get to see
A father so very dear
Who once held me so near

Today I hear only cries of my mother all draped in white
She gazes upon a blood stained sheet
Outside mourners chant in the dark street

My father is here to sleep
Forever in a sleep so deep

Never to awaken to hold my hand
Or see my first step so grand

My thirsty eyes awaits you
As everyone pray in a queue

His only crime was
To be a part of movement, its cause

Qazi! Who gave you the right?
To kill a devotee of the kite

There will be no such day
Scarred forever of your absence
Your voice, your touch and love’s essence!

Faiza Altaf Hussain