Mother’s Dream
(Iqbal’s Maan Ka Khwab)
One night
when I slept, I saw this dream,
Which increased
further my worries,
Every hair of my body was trembling with fear,
I was terrorised and unable to move forward,
I
generated courage and advanced a bit,
Then, I saw there was a queue of boys,
They were attired in emerald green attires,
They had burning lamps in their hands,
They were silently moving one after the other,
God knows where they were going,
I was engrossed in this thought that,
I saw my son in this group,
He was
lagging behind and not moved fast,
The lamp in his hand didn’t burn,
Recognising him I said, “My darling!
Leaving me behind, where you have come,
I remain restless in your separation,
Everyday I keep making garland of tear drops,
You didn’t care
at all for me,
Leaving me what a faith you kept!
When the child
saw my restlessness,
Turning his face away, he replied,
“My absence makes you weep,
This does’nt have
any goodness for me”,
Saying this, he remained
silent for sometime,
Showing the lamp he continued saying,
“Thou thinketh what
has happened to it?
Thy tear drops have quenched it”.
(Suggestions invited for betterment)
