A Father's Silent Cry Poem by Shahzada Imtiaz Ali

Her loud voice echoes, shaking all the air,
No gentle touch, no sign of loving care.
The children watch, their tender hearts confused,
In this loud home, our spirits feel abused.

My weary mind grows weak, my thoughts run slow,
Too much of pain and sorrow I now know.
Anxiety mounts, I often lose my way,
For quiet peace, I desperately pray.

My memory fades, my former strength is gone,
Yet still for them, I bravely must hold on.
For precious children, dreams of light I weave,
No more rough shouting, calm I hope to give.

I yearn to heal, from this deep woe to rise,
To fill their world with love, before their eyes.

Dr. Shahzada Imtiaz Ali
2nd July 2025