POETRY (RABBANI MAMA)

RABBANI MAMA

There lived a man

In a lissom frame

With just a string bed

And his inward pain

In a garden, where

Monks had once lain

In a span of time

As little as a while

He brought to my face

Many a lovely smile

Death, ye be damned

And your vicious games

So afore we hugged

All ended in vain

I came to know Rabbani Mama some ten years ago. He was from Shabazgarhi in Mardan. A jolly man, he spent the last few years of his life in a state of unequalled solitude in a beautiful orchard at Shabazgarhi. He passed away peacefully in the first week of May, 2017.