MEMOIRS OF SEPTEMBER written by Dr. Nikhat Bano at



written by: Dr. Nikhat Bano


Dazzling days and radiating nights,
cool breeze and pigeons’ flights,
bring along her fond memories;
As if conjuring scenes into sight.

Drifting white clouds in the blue sky,
and staring star lit sky, by her side,
for the balances, praising the Almighty;
Satiating my senses sitting beside.

Her dropping voice and feeble ways,
compelled both to accept the hearsay,
every September offers me mementos;
Gazes and gestures of her last days.

By putting my head once on her lap,
woefully called to get out of her nap,
pleaded her to listen and to look at;
But trance didn’t allow and she wrapped.

Still longing for those talks, fairly long,
that still carries lingering effects along.
I still wait to listen, ” Is everything fine?”
And I still want to say, “I am fine, Mom.”


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