Clinging To My Back Poem by Mustofa Munir

One day I remember we were returning home
From the playground, dark was thickening around us,
No time we had
But to go home faster,
Six years old you were then,
Our home was not far, yet
We had to make a shortcut,
Clinging to my back no question you asked me when I crossed a narrow canal
On me you had enough confidence
And preserved it till the day I found you
Lying on a bed fighting with a silent killer.
That day you smiled at me
And said something mutely,
Your lips moved but I heard every sound of it.
Still In my ears your wordless words reverberate,
I pause for a moment to recapitulate them whenever you appear in my thought.
We shared tears, we shared laughter,
You were unique all through your life,
Had no bustle, no hassle, no sound loud,
Stay blessed my sister, ever in God's blissful garden!
A resting place of yours— perpetual.
© mustofa munir