Thy bled so did my heart
Thy shed tears so did my eyes
No battlefield, no blood shed, no loss of lives
But it was a greater battle
Desire the greatest enemy
Could neither be quenched nor achieved
War was declared
Desire has to die or else conquered
Battle fought and lost
It was death of desire
Tears rolled down the cheeks of a mother
And the three year old exclaimed, “Mama have I done something wrong?”
“No, my dear, no. God’s will.” said the mother
It was assassination of innocence
But the heart was still beating
And Hope was born
A ray of light which took to untrodden path
Desire of her mother had become hers
Did not turn once
And declared the war again
Battle fought and won
Enemy was enslaved
Desire achieved
Thy smiled and so did I
Her face lit and so did mine
And spread the tranquillity
as she breathed her last
“God’s will.” echoed her mother’s words
Thy bled so did my heart
Thy shed tears so did my eyes.
Bio -
Zahra Ahmad is pursuing MA English from Patna Women’s College (Autonomous). She has experience of managing and teaching at a high school. She authored ‘My Stories’ vol. 1 and II, which had an introduction by Bollywood film director Imtiyaz Ali. The books became part of regular curriculum for few years for primary classes in around ten schools of Bihar. Her articles have been published in local magazines and international journals. She has presented research papers at international and national conferences. Her recent publication includes poems in Setu Magazine, ISSN 2475-1359 and a research paper in Criterion Journal, ISSN 0976-8165 and JETIR ISSN 2349-5162