Dedicated to my late father, Prof. Kausar Bashir Ahmad – a visionary, educationist, architect, artist, poet and gentle soul who left us for his eternal abode on this day, five years ago. May Allah grant him the highest of places in Heaven and bless him in every way.
For more on his life and work, please visit: http://kausarba.wordpress.com
And it will be November again.
The evening chill reminds me
That I have but little time
Before the shadows of the past bestir me
And take me on that incline
Where progress is slow.
And it will be November again,
When dark corridors take on meanings anew,
When footsteps dwell in places small
And life begins to ebb and stall.
Bitter sweet, sour,
I dream of the summer sky instead.
And it will be November again,
When the eyes will search and rue – .
A life fulfilled, the bonds outcast
And the Earth out spins what’s due.
Yet that not there will be untold
And November, Daddy, will stretch again.
8:00 P.M
Sunday, 25th October 2009