Jan 2010
Mother, my mother,
You did shield me from the hot winds and weather,
Gone now are my dolls,
My playthings taken by a distant troll,
Forever lost in the garden,
No one now to pick them, memories harden.
Father, my father,
My swings of peace grow ever darker,
Where be those happy times now?
The furrows are strewn with empty rows,
And time ticks by and by and bye,
I hear sorrow screeching in the autumn skies.
Brothers, my brothers,
I now leave my childhood haunts forever,
My ring gripped in fingers sore with blisters,
Today I understand the need for brothers and sisters,
The time is now not long,
Gone, all gone.
Marriage, my marriage,
It comes not in a carriage,
In a gilded cage it comes,
Run, run away, run,
My graceful master of a thousand faces,
I will be his slave to ride and race.
Mother, my mother…*
©Rangzeb Hussain
You did shield me from the hot winds and weather,
Gone now are my dolls,
My playthings taken by a distant troll,
Forever lost in the garden,
No one now to pick them, memories harden.
Father, my father,
My swings of peace grow ever darker,
Where be those happy times now?
The furrows are strewn with empty rows,
And time ticks by and by and bye,
I hear sorrow screeching in the autumn skies.
Brothers, my brothers,
I now leave my childhood haunts forever,
My ring gripped in fingers sore with blisters,
Today I understand the need for brothers and sisters,
The time is now not long,
Gone, all gone.
Marriage, my marriage,
It comes not in a carriage,
In a gilded cage it comes,
Run, run away, run,
My graceful master of a thousand faces,
I will be his slave to ride and race.
Mother, my mother…*
©Rangzeb Hussain
