What do I tell

April 7, 2017

  • What do I tell?

    What do I tell the wind, what do I say to the sky when there is no love on this earth?

    I can feel the comfort of the breeze when it touches my eyes, I can tolerate the seeming benevolence of the sky above~

    But what do I tell my heart when it tries to reach out and touch the softness of some rosy cheeks,

    But pull my hand away — the cheeks, they have no life in them.

    Do I tell my heart,

    That there is no love on this earth?

    How do I hold the babies who fight to take a breath, or half a breath

    When their little bodies convulse from poison?

    Why is it that I cannot comfort a young father holding his dead twins, one in each arm–

    Whispering tender goodbyes to them as he buries them beside their mother?

    Injustices of ages come to roost on innocence

    The world watches, and a

    A tyrant shrugs his shoulders.

    I pray, please God, let my eyes see your retribution!

    Zakiah Sayeed ©

About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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18 Responses to What do I tell

  1. j.e.glaze says:

    I have no words, Zakiah. poignant and powerful.

  2. I agree with John (above). Hugs

  3. slmret says:

    What can anybody say, Zakiah? This is the absolute thing that we’ve all feared, and there’s really nothing we can do other than sit by and hope/pray/wish for the best results without outright war. Your poem is powerful and insightful — and I hope you’ve seen the retribution that will bring people up short, and not that which will create further conflict.

    • Zakiah says:

      Oh I agree. I definitely do not want further conflict. How can man be so hard hearted that he cannot see the agony and pain of a child? I kept seeing images of those little children all the time.

  4. theinfiniterally says:

    Without love, we would not mourn. Beautiful writing, Zakiah!

  5. mrswrangler says:

    Very nice writing. Have a good weekend.

  6. Tree says:

    I love this. Such compassion in your words. ❤

  7. Beautiful and heartbreaking, SweetZ. It can all become too much. Impossible to understand. And so deep to mourn. 😦

    I’m convinced there is love in the world and the only we get through crises, family struggles, health problems, disasters, hate, etc, is because of the love that we have for each other.

    But then our hearts ache for those who feel unloved, or do not have a loving family. 😦

    ❤ to you and your ❤ precious family.
    Prayers for Dave and for Eunice.

    • Zakiah says:

      Thank you Carolyn. Dave is doing okay. Eunice has informed me that she has returned to work part time…. against my advise!! She is such a workaholic! But she is doing good.
      Thank you for the kind words about my poem. Wish the world could come together in harmony and there is not a tear see by anyone on a little child’s face.

  8. (((HUGS)))
    And continued prayers for all of you family and friends!

  9. Dramatic poem, Zakiah, reflection of our cruel world.
    Love ❤

  10. r_hsw says:

    sadness runs all over me, thinking of the injustice, unfairness, and hatred going around these days.

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