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Listening to her mourning

"oh my daughter
long have I waited
for this day...
soon to join your beloved..."

"It seems but
a moment ago
that you left home..."

" I reminded you
don't be late..."

"Wearing your red dress
so beautiful and young
going to meet your love."

but now your lover
the soil of a grave
newly dug..."

I cry...
great my sorrow...

I shed my shirt
I beat my chest
I  throw earth upon my head...

Suddenly
the phone rings
ending this nightmare.

covered with sweat
I thanked God
to hear your sweet voice...

" I have a new red dress
come Shauq!..."
if you want to see..."

AFZAL SHAUQ