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Z'ma Mor (My Mother)

Ata Khan


It was a rainy day
Driving back home
The car steered me
Towards you
Your grave...

Can i ever forget
How much you liked the rain?

The white
Wet
Marble of your grave
Sparkled like your smile

Every falling drop
Bounced to embrace me

I could feel you, and
how happy you were
But I could also hear you
Say this
Very clearly

'Za Bachiya baraan de (Go my child, it's raining)
and you don't have an umbrella'

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avatar Saleem
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simply great master piece.
Tuesday 08 September 2009, 00:10
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avatar nawaz khan
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Realy this poem inspired me alot.whenever i recite it it purify my soul...for me this is the best poem ever writtenon mother...Ata jani u have natural software of blessed poetry...plz write whenever u feel inner disterbia...i always expect u with awesome poetry man..
The white
wet
marble of your grave
sparkled like your smile
every fallen drop
bounced to embrace me
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Tuesday 15 September 2009, 02:40
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