Zaamin e Dil
The Guarantor, the Surety, the Earth that holds.
Not just of the deers and gazelles,
But of broken hearts that forgot how to be whole.
When the world slips from under me,
When my steps falter on ground I thought was mine,
I remember you and I breathe
For you are my Zamin, and you do not let fall
Those who call your name in need.
The debts of my soul, the knots in my chest,
The prayers I’m too tired to finish
I place them at your door, and somehow,
The weight lifts.
Your shrine is a pulse that slows mine down.
You look at the chaos I bring,
And become the earth beneath it.
So when my matters feel too heavy for this earth,
I remember: there is my Zamin, my beloved father
The Eighth light, My Raza jaan,
Who takes the restless and says,
“Stay. You are held. You are mine.”
And my racing heart slows down.
-Baneen
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