Dove Without Wing

Dove Without Wing

I am an angel 

Only I am one Rose of my mother 

No shelter and shadow: my papa has been died 

Belong to a poor family 

I am 10 years old girl 

My mother wants me happy

I feel disappoint when see other children in schools 

I am coeval of them

They are happy and fresh as dew drops on Rose

But I am like a winter smoke dark the walls,

My face dull even I am like scarecrow 

Feel despairing, when other children learn alphabets

Even a lot read the history and drawing painting 

No one teach something even alphabets

They have bags, pencils, pens and books.

They hold their fathers fingers.

Seen a lot without holding fathers fingers like me!

I stand in mid way: all holding fingers are passing beside me

I come back to my Tent.

I am murmuring with myself and shedding tears 

My helpless and brave Mother satisfy me!

This is your pencil my Rose!

It is made from Radio cell.

This is your  pen my Rose!

It is made from wood.

This is your bag my Rose!

It is made from your mother black scarf.

This is our book. It is the last book of Allah and it names the Holy Quran.

It has been revealed on our Holy Prophet Muhammad(PBUH).

He is the last prophet of Allah and no apostle come after him,nor other religion introduce!

I lost the shadow of my father 

Neither I saw love of my father nor my Papa.

Only it is in book but...

Alas! I neither read nor write a single word!

I do not see my Papa face but....

Millions compliments for the one who has painted my Papa sketch!

My mother tell me,shedding tears"My Rose!This is your Papa"

My Papa is more beautiful than other children fathers who hold their father fingers 

I kiss him on face,check, eyes,forehead even smooth my hand on his face

Alas! Silent Papa neither kiss me,nor move eyes,nor shake hands,nor talk,nor laugh and smile

Angle lamenting:Papa,Awake!Awake!

I am your Angel and I am your Rose.

Papa,Awake! Awake

You are my shelter,shadow and crown.

Shedding tears,sweep them on her sleeves 

Fall on her father sketch and coma

My Mother always makes me happy 

I am only Rose and Angel my MOM

I alway used to say to buy books,pencils,bags and pens

Alas! I do not know I am an Angle:

My Mother sprawling her skirt for on time bread 

In the  doorsteps of others,

Washing clothes in others homes,

Her black scarf always caught dust.

My Mother says to others

" I am happy, if I do not eat something

Rather give me one time bread,pencil,book,bag and pen for my Rose".

I lost my Papa shadow 

We are sit under the open Sky

Our Tent is rip and split up it ropes

Splashing rain drops and roof on Sky

When there is rain or whirlwind 

No one to sweep my mother tears 

Her black scarf dust even no one give one pencil and book to Angel.

OH Allah! Bless on us and all

Clouds rain and mercy on us.

My mother always sprawl her skirt in others doorstep.

Her black scarf caught dust even wet on her tears 

Do not know either no one see my mother tears or they are closing their eyes.

Roses wishe to become great men

I wish I had some money to buy scarf for my MOM

I want my mother happy as she keeps me happy.

I wish I had pencil to sketch the one who painted my Papa Sketch 

I wish I had a pen to write  my mother cry

I wish I had a needle to sew my mother Scarf 

I wish I had that things which make my mother happy

I wish I had a handkerchief to sweep own tears and my MOM

Angel pitiful laments and wishes,

Alas! It is not a matter of flying- 

I am a Dove without wings.

~Sana Ullah Wazir