It’s been 40 days
since you passed.
Deeply pained,
consumed with grief
How long will this agony last?
Memories, these emotions
Rejoice and collide
For days long gone.
Please stay a while, Abba
Days are darkened and forlorn.
You grew up too quickly
Set sail for shores unknown
Taught us to stand tall
Weathering every storm
Bangla, Urdu, Farsi, Pashtun
A literary and culinary artist.
Showcasing food of our ancestors
to beige palettes in colourful spoons
Little do you know
How big your humble ways
Shaped us
and this land.
Little do you know
How lost and
meaningless
life has become
We were your greatest joy
Your proudest moment
Never last, always picking us first
Above your own comfort
Gracious, fierce, a generous soul
Flurry of tears, I cannot now control…
To Him, you have been returned.
until Akhira, Abba, for you, we shall yearn.
40 Days to a Lifetime
It’s been 40 days
since you passed.
Deeply pained,
consumed with grief
How long will this agony last?
Memories, these emotions
Rejoice and collide
For days long gone.
Please stay a while, Abba
Days are darkened and forlorn.
You grew up too quickly
Set sail for shores unknown
Taught us to stand tall
Weathering every storm
Bangla, Urdu, Farsi, Pashtun
A literary and culinary artist.
Showcasing food of our ancestors
to beige palettes in colourful spoons
Little do you know
How big your humble ways
Shaped us
and this land.
Little do you know
How lost and
meaningless
life has become
We were your greatest joy
Your proudest moment
Never last, always picking us first
Above your own comfort
Gracious, fierce, a generous soul
Flurry of tears, I cannot now control…
To Him, you have been returned.
until Akhira, Abba, for you, we shall yearn.
Gulnahar Khan
