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'
(Title and the verse translated are in Pashto language)
Dear Ata, So beautiful and moving these lines! We can breathe much love, sensitivity, your lovely thoughts evoking your dearest Mother. Weather conditions in contrast to the warmth of your noble heart! Hope to read your next verses. Thanks a lot.
I like it :) It's easy to understand and it's not overly long. I like the feeling created by it. That makes it a good poem.
This is the first poem I have ever commented on but it just sums up being a mother to a son and their relationship so well that I was moved into creating an account. It should be sad, driving to a mothers grave under pouring rain but it made me smile and that's imo the whole strength of this poem. A really lovely poem. I live in france and the title 'Z'ma Mor' reminds me so much of 'm'amour' an endearment meaning my love...
wow what a poem it is, za bachia baran d shows the care of a mother always having for her children, this is what is being called 'universal motherhood'. Loved the way u wrote for ur mother. May her soul rest an peace
I feel the love, i love this poem. i hope it helped you to relieve your pain.
comment number 250: i wish my son will see me someday as you see your mom. she is lucky to have you as a son. amazing poem.
awwwwwwwwww thats wow awww it make cry awwwwww i love it its really good
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like this work of art. its fantastic. kodos man! ! !