Elegy on a Departed Brother[1]
S. Qasim Hasany
Knowing full well all souls have to
leave early or late,
Their earthly incarnations, imbedded
with love or hate.
But your unexpected leaving us stunned
my nerves
And for months separations grief
harvested tears.
Till now I am unable to reconcile to the
fact
That six years younger than me had left.
Still while ruminating my chest heaves
in sorrow
As I remember your life spans yester or
morrow.
Fifth child of father, yet best in all
the matters,
In academics, in nature and in manners.
Soft spoken, mild hearted and of kindly
nature,
Intelligent enough, not willy,
displaying father's culture.
What was your worth for me O departed
brother!
Father[2]2
relied on me, but for MOVEMENT[3]3
I come here.
And you stuck to my advice, getting a job in
Ind. there.
This was to show, Muslims survival was
not impossible there
Partition was required only for
establishing Islamic order here.
By this practical example, I could
convince confused Leaguers here.
We Islamists have little value for else,
save the ideal.
Your worth was more than brother as a
comrade for ideal.
As I was bogged down here in Ayub's
martial government
You shared there the burden of my sire[4]
in the movement,
By giving the parents a rejoicing much
awaited,
Which they had from me not unduly
expected!
Post a Comment