I was asked to write about my mother
My dear mother, the dearest of my dearest
My soul..my confidant..my best friend
I was asked to write about her.
I was in utter confusion...
What can I write about her..
It's not cause nothing is there
But,what there is infinite.
And those can't be written in any page..
Nor the whole world's crust as sheet..
With no pen it can be written
Even if the ocean is filled in as ink
Never would it be sufficient..
As my mother is a heavenly gift
Which the God himself gifted me
The God himself placed me in her
In the womb,where I lived almost a year.
And then when I was compelled..
I wrote...,
To write about my mother
The Divine needs to create a
Language that is new, for none
On earth will suffice to explain
my dearest, unique mom!
Love you mom!
Love you so dearly!
Anwar Noushad or @nu!