Poem on Handout 4.4A

From the womb to the tomb



Morning is here, morning is near
And now it is time to leave
The house which makes my future safe
Seems to be waiting for me

Morning is here, morning is near
But I have no idea
That God has made to wrap my faith
Just like the chadari I wear

Morning is here, morning is near
I cannot breathe, no one can help
That alley is the perfect place
For me to help myself

Morning is here, morning is near
I gasp for breath, I feel relieved
But the hand of the God who wraps my faith
Is coming over to me

I feel humiliation, I feel pain
Red raindrops hit the floor
I feel beaten as I am beaten
Until my heart can beat no more

Morning is no longer near
But I know mourning is here
I wish morning had come for my heir
But he was drowned in my own tears

Morning has turned to night
I knew it was time to leave
As I exposed myself I was exposed to death
But there should have been time to live.

Mourning is here…