Abba
written by: Sabahat Fida
I remember the small ecstasy
of finding the increase in my pocket money,
how twenty rupees became a universe
of plans, bright and infinite.
The love the world adorns in verses and rhymes,
became angelic in your hugs and pamper
In the folded notes you pressed into our hands on Eid,
In the constant concern pressed into the strings of your heart.
Your steady gaze once felt like weight,
an anchor pressing on every corner of the house.
Now I know it was shelter
a roof made of watchfulness,
a comfort stitched into the walls.
“Drive slowly,” you would say,
and the world seemed less dangerous,
as though your words themselves
carried me safely home.
Your bones grew fragile,
your skin thinned like parchment,
yet through your wrinkled face,
the iron courage of your youth,
And the glamour of your struggle was evident
It was his roar, like thunder,
that kept the ball from shattering the glass.
Even in slumber, his watchful presence
managed the play, a guided essence
a constant, silent prayer.
How does one survive such a loss?
How does the heart hold the absence
of a force that held the world together?
You were the sun of our home,
a constant radiant presence.
Now, without you,
going home does not feel the same
for you carried the very essence of home within you.
The world feels hollow, like a celestial void.
