Love for one never seen!(Voice of an anguished heart! *)
I don't know what I am going to write,
My soul is restless; I am seized with fright!
I know, I won't sleep all night,
I might as well pour my heart out right:
The one I am fretting over tonight,
Has blond, dishevelled hair, blue eyes,
He is the "prettiest boy in school",
He told me so; I think he is cool,
The girls fall over him right and left,
I can believe, I am no except...
He loves with passion,
He writes with compassion,
His words are full of sensitive pride,
He is the apple of everyone's eye,
He is a fine poet, I say with a sigh!
When a girl looks into his blue eyes,
She almost falls over to the side...
He cares a lot for his loved ones,
He can lay his life for dear ones,
That he can go to any length,
To save a girl's honour, without pretence,
Has spelled his doom in a manner of sense:
In trying to save a woman friend from a devil,
He nearly laid down his life, in a battle,
He got so badly hurt in the fight,
That he landed up in a hospital last night:
He's developed peritonitis, a condition,
In which the contents of the intestines,
Spill right over the abdomen inside,
Now the poison has spread in his blood,
And he has gone into septicaemic shock:
His consciousness' blurred, he is hallucinating,
Raving, semi-conscious, delirious & sweating,
He slips into coma off and on, his breathing's heavy,
His thoughts are hazy; he is fighting for his life crazy...
My breath chokes in my throat, as I write this,
So desperate am I, in my love for him,
All I can do, sitting a thousand miles away,
Is to smear this useless yellow page,
Pour it with black ink of my anguish,
In all but powerless, impotent rage:
My being a doctor is of no use,
When my friend's ready to blow life's fuse,
So, helplessly, I pray for my friend's soul!
This boy, who I did not know existed,
Just four months away, when the Bay I visited,
Is dear enough for me to lose my sleep,
To weep my heart's blood over, in disbelief,
To trouble my soul to such a degree,
I've never set my eyes on him;
How can I care so much, I'm in a fix,
He is our own dear Josh, Mexican2006!
Let's say a prayer for him tonight,
That he comes out a victor,
In his fight for life!
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyrightę: Zoya Zaidi
*A prayer for Josh: I sat up praying and scribbling poems all night to keep myself from going crazy, this is one of the most coherent of the four ones, that I penned.
** As I am posting this, I got a message that Josh has regained consciousness, this morning!
***That there are many more friends like this, I have made here on the Bay, whom I have come to love as dearly...and they know, who they are...
****Hey, Folks! I am very happy! I just got a message from Josh himself, he is in great pain still but he has survived (God has answered my prayers and of those who love him)!!!!!...He tells me he has brown eyes!
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2006-01-28 at 04:59
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