#08: Worry Not My Soul, Thy Pain Is Mine…

WORRY NOT MY SOUL, THY PAIN IS MINE!

By: Syed Umar Shams Shah.

(I’ve dedicated this poem as a wailing brother to my sisters of nation – Asiya and Neelofer, of Shopian, who were brutally murdered after being Gang raped by Occupying Indian Troops in May, 2009. It is highly agonizing for the whole of the Kashmiri nation which has suffered countless such incidents and I, like other Kashmiris, felt completely shattered on knowing such barbarism. These few words may not reflect all of my anger, remorse, and bereavement but it is just an attempt to solidify my resolve to fight for my nation and my kind.)

 

Thou art an angel.

In heavens thou dwell.

All merries be thine; thy miseries mine.

Worry not my soul, thy pain is mine.

Thou dine in heaven,

And sleep in peace.

Saviors angels be thine.

Worry not my soul, thy pain is mine.

Shattering – thy separation truly has been;

Deep gash it left on my heart.

But thy miseries will all be mine.

Worry not my soul, thy pain is mine.

You’d have cried – why didn’t I hear?

You’d have sighed – why didn’t I feel?

You’d have called me – why didn’t I come?

But worry not my soul, thy pain is mine.

Entrenched into my psyche;

Thy shrieks have got.

Pinching my soul art thy cries.

Worry not my soul, thy pain is mine.

Repent and regret, abound in me;

Wish I could have saved thee – my soul.

Wish I could have borne thy ordeal.

But worry not my soul, thy pain is still mine.

Thy tears haunt me,

Thy torn rags bewildering,

Thy sulks I can’t bear;

Worry not my soul, thy pain is all mine.

Thou shan’t suffer any more;

For God is there to look after thee.

Up above in the heavens, thou shalt rest in peace.

And worry not my soul, thy pain is all mine.

I know I failed to save thee my soul;

From the jaws of lurking beasts.

Thy modesty I couldn’t protect.

But worry not my soul, thy pain is mine.

I know my dear, thou art resting in peace.

Of thy freedom I’m aware.

But my responsibilities art finished not yet –

Worry not my soul, thy pain is always mine.

For those beasts are still around;

Looking for the prey their filthy eyes surround.

The danger is grave for the modesty of my kind.

But worry not my soul, thy pain is mine.

That filthy predator has again his eyes set;

Set upon the rest of my kin.

But I shan’t be mute, I’ve to protect –

Worry not my soul, thy pain is mine.

Their lusty eyes, I shall gouge;

Their filthy hands, I shall axe;

Their diseased hearts I shall smash;

Worry not my soul, thy pain is all mine.

Let my kin suffer not anymore,

Let my soul roam free,

Let my land all be mine.

Worry not my soul, thy pain is all mine.

(Originally written in June, 2009)

Collage of pictures about the incident.