I remember the days <br />When you showed me <br />My shirt of my childhood <br />The shirt I had worn <br />For the first time <br />In my memory you had kept <br />All my little belongings <br /> <br />I remember the days <br />When in the early morning <br />You prepared my breakfast <br />Besides the fireplace <br />And the nights <br />When you covered me <br />From the cold outside <br /> <br />The gradual understanding <br />Of my self <br />And the depth of my being <br />The aroma <br />The mother big <br />The protector <br />The warding off the evil <br />Some sorcery too <br />From the evil eye <br /> <br />The beauty I learned <br />Being possessed <br />I tried to overcome <br />My childish ambition <br /> <br />Anger and emotion <br />Many things you had learned <br />On your own <br />And you taught me <br />Without knowing <br /> <br />My deep desires <br />You understood <br />The smell of earth <br />The afternoon <br />And cold silent afternoon <br />Fire and smoke <br /> <br />I remember all my mother <br />The creator of my being <br />Don’t cry <br />I love you too much <br /> <br />All my life <br />I had been longing <br />For the love I lost <br />But never found it<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-cry-my-mother/
