Blessed Is My House Of Silence Poem by Mohammad Younus

Blessed is my house of silence...
...which is like my mother's womb...
...where I lived for nine epochs...
...where God built me in flesh and bones...
...and breathed into me of his spirit;
Blessed were your soft nipples that I suckled;
Blessed was your Cozy lap...
...in which you held me tight to your breasts;
Blessed is the cradle that you rocked...
..to send me into deep sleep...
...when you had to attend your household chores;
Blessed was your art of darning...
...when you darned the torn woolen chadors...
...to make some small living;
Blessed were your love needles...
...with which you darned my torn heart...
...after my father drowned...
...when the boat carrying him after dusk...
...capsized in Dal lake;
Blessed is the spinning wheel...
...on which you spinned the pashmeena thread...
...to earn a living for your orphaned children;
Blessed is the prayer rug...
...on which you murmured prayers...
...for my health and success;
Mother, I'm still breathing in your love...
Your deepest love!
I still call you when the wolves
look for me...
...when terror strikes my eyes;
Blessed are you forever...
...Mother of the high calibre!