Beginning of an End
to his late mother


The poet on Now Roz 1969 in Kabul with his
late mother, Mazida, and his late father, Azim.


The loss of you is above any other loss
time will never fade away your memory
love of you travels with me throughout time

I traveled with you in the journey of life
you were carrying for me the light
when I reached the middle of the road
I lost you on a winter night
With a clear path in the dark
I found myself in you
the road of life embraced me with a permanent light

You were a saint and wise
the bird of your wisdom above me flies
The seed of your harvest has reaped
the flowers of your love never dies

Time and fate created in you eternity
when I think of you
I find myself drifting in an ocean of serenity
You were my mother, the gift of intimacy
I always worship you.
You were the "god" of sincerity

What lies within me
is that what you brought me
What lies ahead of me is what you build beyond me
Now I can find my way
until the end
I will continue as you taught me

A blossom in the light created the serene moment
a glimpse of heaven I find in every movement
You cultivated in me fields of love
the perception of goodness
lives in me through the comfort of a moment

You departed our circle
You will return no more
Every where I look you are standing before
The warmth of your love flows in my heart
The garden is filled with the happiness when I open the door

Yesterday was the mystery of learning
Today is the moment of doing
The seed of wisdom grows in me even with not knowing
The flowers of your harvest is what I'm showing

You showed me I am equal to any person
With sisters and brothers and their reason
Forgiveness was the ground you made me stand
Respect was the theme of your daily lesson

When spring comes and roses bloom
Every day I will put white roses on your tomb
Your love for flowers was more than I assume
The aroma still floating around
Every time I enter your room

The morning after I'm over with the grief
Sadness in me won't repeat
Even though you aren't with me
The thought of you remains sweet
I gently remember you like a cheerful morning treat
you are in heaven
my dear mother indeed...


January 23, 1997




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