The glympse of your face
as it radiates when you speak
the laughter lines that crinkle
shouldn’t make me weep so deep
I open up a book
I catch a phrase of Iqbal
fondly the memories come
as poetically you asked my haal*
editing your memoir
or just visiting your website
seeing your face again
as if i could forget what you looked like
your voice so far away
a memory that really hurts
what do you do all day?
are you up there or under the dirt?
what is barzakh?
well now you must know
my heart is also curious
soon, Abbu, I hope to also know
My heart is waiting
Soon to reunite
just living until I am called
When I am wrapped also in white
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