You Tell the World O' Mother, My Name Is Faizan Fayaz Dar
With my land's pernicious occupiers, I wasn't at any war
Your soul is wounded, your heart is bleeding
Your tears have dried, your eyes are pleading
You miss me so much you’re engulfed in my grief
I miss you as much, because the union was so brief
Oh! I long for your comfort, your fingers in my hair
I long for your presence, this emptiness I can’t bear
The moment you saw me, you loved me there on
You sought naught in return, no conditions were drawn
You bore my impudence my faults you ignored
My mistakes you corrected for my slips you implored
You gave me all that you had, and then a lot much more
You’re a gentle ocean, I a mere pebble on your shore
You wanted me to grow very tall and mature
You wanted me to do things I wasn’t so sure
You dreamed of me soaring high very high in the sky
I’ve seen those tears very thought of which made you cry
I dreamed of opening my wings and lowering ‘em around you
I dreamed of wrapping you in them when the wind chill grew
I wanted to hold you as you’d held me before
I wanted to knead ’em when your feet became sore
When I said when I grow up, 'I wannabe a great doctor'
You saw the spark in my eyes, knowing I wouldn't falter
But the fate was jealous shortened the journey of my life
Bullet from an Indian Army rifle hit me sharper than a knife
The villagers brought to you my limp body with a gaping hole
Your shrieks filled the valley lifting your child’s innocent soul
I’m gone without a hug without a kiss or even a goodbye
Now lying in my grave alone I can distinctly hear you cry
It’s hard O’ mother I know but you ought to let go of me
I shall meet you in the Heaven together we shall ever be!
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Abdul-Majeed Azad
*Dedicated to the memory of a 12-year old bubbly boy Faizan Fayaz Dar killed by the Indian paramilitary forces in Budgam in Indian-administered Kashmir on April 14, 2017.
Truly, nothing belongs to us except in memory!
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