My Mom......A prize winning poem

In 1933, the great Sudanese poet Hamza Al Melik Tombol stood at the Nile beach in Argo, my home town, and wrote his masterpiece in Arabic(describing sunset in Argo) . In 2005, I stood in front of the remains of his house and I wrote this poetry(in English) to the memory of my mother. Fortunately, it is a prize winning poem with Qatar Education Ministry and was added to The English literature for the High School seniors!!

My Mom

Over the horizon into the west,
the crimson sun sinks down.
Trees invite birds to rest.
Serenity looms over the Nile.
Nature seduces a mind to test.

The Adhan echoes, minarets shine.
“Allah’s Way Is the Best.”
The call awakens soul of mine,
Glory and Greatness charm my chest
Mercy, I quest, to all mankind

Far, I gazed, into the West.
Tempted I was to cross that line.
Eager to shatter promises kept.
Mom’s voice, “You are fine!
Like a bird, take some rest!
Patient be! Peace would shine.”

I evoked the Prophet’s advice!
How could I forget.... !!
“Near her toes is my Paradise !”
The whispers of the night quietly left
when echoes of dawn brightly rise.
Alone, I bide in the empty nest!

Her angel face was weary and shy
Eternal memories forever stay
The river of tears raced dry
Singing doves grieved all day!
The mourning sun condoled the sky.



Ibrahim A. Osman-Calgary-Canada

(Edited by إبراهيم عبد العزيز عثمان on 08-02-2013, 01:15 AM)
(Edited by إبراهيم عبد العزيز عثمان on 08-27-2013, 02:11 PM)

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