Friday, September 12, 2008

The Prayer


One night, when I was going to sleep,
The time was moving fast with a leap;
I turned the lamp off and everywhere it was dark,
But some light was coming from my son’s room with a spark;

I quietly walked to know the matter,
I never knew what will I see latter;
Nearing the room, I heard some voice,
I peeped through the door with no other choice;

I saw my five year son on the praying carpet,
Last week which I bought from the market;
He was joining his hands and praying to God,
And asking something from the almighty Lord;

“Oh! God please make me like my father,
Strong, powerful and caring for ever;
He who made my wishes come true,
Holding my hands in his hue”;

I saw his cheeks full of watery drops,
In the yellow light and pearly tops;
I thought a little and closed the door,
I walked back on the wetted floor;

I went to my room and sat on the praying carpet,
I joined my hands with my prayer favorite;
“Oh! God please make me like my son,
Innocent, caring and lovely than anyone”.

5 comments:

R G Padalkar said...

Excellent.
How you write such fluent poetry is a puzzle to me.

MOHAMMED FARHAN KHAN said...

wowwww......anees bhai ....this one is ur master piece for me .....contains so much emotions.. very emotional ...

befor that i thought 'girl with the sack' is ur best poem ....but now i find all poems dull infront of this one ......it is the best .....n most important u r really a great writer.
i hope in future ...u will give more good n emotional poems like this.

the lines,
'I went to my room and sat on the praying carpet,
I joined my hands with my prayer favorite;
“Oh! God please make me like my son,
Innocent, caring and lovely than anyone”.

the feelings of father and son relationship is tremendously shows in this poem.
good carry on ....keep giving us this typs of poems of urs ...

i m waiting for ur next master piece.

jolly said...

hi ur lyrics is so intersted
Why Just Add...

sleepingghost said...

too goo Anees bhai..

uzma said...

i luv dis poem n vl alwys