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27 December, 2006

When We're Dead...

When we’re dead
strange people crawl into our intimate spaces.
I see the aunt who spewed venom
washing utensils in a kitchen
where once we chopped coriander and cucumber
with other assorted vegetables
for a salad that I fussed and you fretted upon
but in the end we did relish eating it
over a meal of courgette and prawn.

And there is this uncle,
weeping profusely next to my mother,
who always thought I am good for nothing;
A wastrel who lived off his parent’s deeds.
He once said he had a job for me –
a sales executive in a respectful company –
but we knew in his motives he is suspect;
He only intends to oblige, to humiliate.

Oh! There is this beautiful cousin,
who once was besotted with me,
washing her lovely daughter’s nappies
in a bathroom where once I washed
our little girl’s clothes and yours too
when you lay nursing after a painful birth giving.
And as I rinsed them dry
you smiled through the slit of light
that fell across the bed,
your lithe body, your blessed face.

And there they sit, my friends,
huddled around my forlorn father
who only shakes his head and sighs –
If he had to die
why did he take his life?
Why didn’t he also perish
in the same car accident
that snatched his wife and lovely kid?

© Dan Husain
May 5, 2005

PS: This poem was written after a tragedy in my extended family. An uncle of mine lost his wife and daughter in a car accident and then 20 days later died under unexplained circumstances. I wrote this poem on his day of funeral. This is my humble tribute to the lovely family of Shakeel Abidi, Deeba Abidi and Sara Abidi (She was only 16).

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4 Comments:

Blogger annie said...

Hi Dan.
Had read this poem before but it hadn't struck me then who you were talking about. I think I attended the funeral majlis for this gentleman, since we're vaguely related too!

27 December, 2006 17:05  
Blogger techno malayali said...

Touching poem, indeed, and to think that it is drawn from a true incident makes it all the more touching....

08 January, 2007 11:56  
Blogger How do we know said...

Hi.. this comment is more for the entire Caferati community... i do Braille and audio books for the blind children.. can i pick some stuff from Caferati to make contemporary books for these children?

Will wait for permission..

09 January, 2007 00:16  
Blogger dining_philosopher said...

Thats very sad.

11 January, 2007 23:13  

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