A poor child, begging...

She was begging for money, 

Silvery eyes, fountain of gloom,

Alone in a roadways bus,

Who cares, her heart's depth, life's fuss?

Little girl, barely seven years,

Perplexed by life and some deep fears,

In God's name she begged money,

Deprived of a normal child's life, sweetness of honey.

Her dry hairs scattered, as if any broken mirror by stone,

Sad, pathetic, thin, energy deficient every bone,

Spoke out her requests in a monotonous, learnt-by-heart way,

As if any tyrant behind, forced her to say.

Feared I to look at her, awful reality to accept,

Reading the miseries written on her eyes, even a stone would have wept,

Thoughts came, may be she was treated badly,

Heart craved to give her a toffee, let a child enjoy it gladly.

But the pocket was empty of any sweet,

A coin was given sadly, not something to eat,

Kids of her age, swimming on adventure's pool,

Was she even aware of what is a school?

The scattered locks of hairs, showed her mom's absence,

Hopelessness, agony, made everything dense,

Oh, most pathetic sight that could ever be seen,

Her right hand was burnt, scary, what it might have been.

Terror came in heart, widespread like a dark night,

Not a silver line to find, silence accompanied with fright,

Just one wish, just one query to ask,

'Who did it? just tell, it was which brute's task?'

Why was it done, may be because she was a girl child,

Does it makes others certified to be wild?

Oh, this world, will it never change?

Can goodness go widespread beyond its confined range?

By Anam...

(image taken from http://www.corbisimages.com)

A Day's Tale

Ah! Another morning arrived,

Get up, o silent soul,
Life’s battle, only brave ones survived,
Open thine eyes, pursue thy goals.

Finally ready for college,
Say goodbye and explore,
The world of fun and knowledge,
Enter it, open the door!

The long journey, begin it fast,
Be quick and careful, but never be in haste.
See the birds soaring above,
Smile my friend, smile with love.

Take auto, then walk, then change metro thrice,
What to say, it’s a better life’s price.
Don’t stop, keep going ahead,
The golden path towards dreams has to be tread.

Finally heartbeats catch a new rhyme,
Entering the college, passes smoothly the time.
Knowledge hugs lovingly, heart fills with delight,
Life attains a shine, soul feels the silver light.

Treading college lanes, enjoying time, smiling,
Book of happiness, with life’s new story, compiling.
Sweet tunes of tension free days humming in ears,
Feeling great, life has deserted fears.

Trees looking greener than ever before,
Something about them, i do adore.
Every flying dragonfly and dove,
Add to my life, lots of love.

Looking at my world, with visions widespread,
Exploring things, long complex path to be tread.
Missing mom’s smile, dad’s advice,
In every new person, looking for something nice.

Appreciating each soul, trying to improve,
Driving life’s new vehicle, leaving groove.
Smiling, very often, to reduce and forget pain,
Being a responsible person, sane.

Talking with oneself quite a lot,
Finding solace, in every new thought.
Adding to life, colors bright,
Allowing heart for a happy flight.

Then journey back to home, got over each class,
Eyes still with shine, smiles this lass.
Walking quite long, chatting with friends,
Treading the path with lots of bends.

Again walking fast enough, changing metro thrice,
Getting seat would be a good surprise.
Then taking auto, reaching nearer to destination,
Finally walking a bit, reaching home with a winning warrior’s sensation.

A day’s tale over, yet certain things remaining,
To whom to complain, oh, my leg is paining.
Tired, pretty enough, o my warrior take rest,
Consoling the soul, flattering ‘thou art the best’.

Anger, often uninvited, ready to arrive,
Ah, this sad soul, wonders how to survive.
Little pain, ache, little fun, felicity,
These contents make life really pretty.

No more left to say, night arrives, soul feels drowsy,
All that remains is dream, sweet dream to see.

Thanks To The Creator

O Creator thank you for this lovely gift,
This lovely life which moves in a swift.
It contains both days and nights,
Today it may be dark, but tomorrow with colored lights.

The trees, breeze, roses and honeybees,
Make us relaxed and our minds at ease.
The kites, birds, clouds and sky,
Give us calmness and a wish to reach high

The beautiful nature alongwith the sun, moon and stars,
Give us a great pleasure of what we are.
The oceans, lakes and mountains,
Inspire us to keep moving alongwith the pretty fountains.

We challenge the difficulties coming on our ways,
After being inspired by the sparkling sun rays.
Beautiful colors are added in our lives by the rainbow,
By which our sorrows and sadness just go.

We smile by watching the smiling pretty flowers,
And we enjoy in the heavy rain showers.
O Creator thank you for creating such a lovely nature,
This is the source of guidance, even in things miniature.

 

The Dreams

The dreams in the brightness of eyes,
The dreams in the sudden tide's rise.
Will be true one day, with a sunny sun,
One day you'll win, after finishing your run.

The dreams in the depth of innocent hearts,
The dreams in the colors of artist's art.
Will shine with the sparkling rays,
Like the spark of victory over life's dark ways.

The dreams in the smiles of cheerful mates,
The dreams in the heartbeats that goes with fates.
Will be a sweet truth one day and a real happening,
And you'll have high flying, winning wings.

The dreams, passions and burning desires,
To achieve excellence and have dear ones to admire.
Will be fulfilled and come to your life's window pane,
To make you best and remove past pains.

Newspaper speaks something..;) and my hand made craft works:)

Newspaper cuttings... about me...

The craft items made by me....of waste paper....and other waste materials...

Dreams are fulfilled someday..:)

       A simple girl who believed in dreams..saw them fulfilled at life's most beautiful moment..writing poems and to express herself was her passion.. She dreamt to publish her poetry books and let the world know the things and thoughts hidden in her heart...
              On one beautiful day it turned out to be a reality and she achieved what she wished to.. Dreams can be fulfilled if we concentrate in our goals and put our best efforts and at the end after doing our best, we must leave everything to our Creator Allah Who will surely do the best for us:)
                Let's learn to be grateful to Allah and be always happy..it's the most important thing to learn.. it would be all useless if one pretends to be a knowledgeable man but can't live life nobly and selflessly...
                 Poetry is the language of heart.. and Insha'Allah I shall continue writing my heart's voice...My next book Insha'Allah will be published soon... The most important thing a person needs to succeed is to have wishes and duas of our parents, elders, and everyone who make our lives worth living...Remember me in your prayers and remember to dream and fulfill your wishes... because,
       Life is short,
     And of painful sort,
     But you have to glorify it,
     And fill colors in its every bit..:) 

The Dewa Fair 2009...

The Dewa fair started with wonders and glories, 

Just like the immense events in great stories.

The shopkeepers worked well arranging the articles in their shops,

And the various swings, Columbus, break dance, belongers prepared the nice swings at high tops.

The first night went on, people moved, shopkeepers sold,

All feeling good, enjoying well and ‘It’s gonna be great’ to everyone they told.

But O nature, great secrets you keep in your eyes,

And it started raining heavily even before the next day’s sunrise.

What a rain, that was,can be imagined just by nature bards,

More than half the land got submerged in water, it rained so hard!

Water followed the small apartments, the unlucky restaurants,

And did not spared even the small poor people’s tents.

Some pitiful restaurants got their cloth roofs torn, 

And felt really sad after viewing the cloth pieces which their shops worn.

The strong wind worsened the condition of many tents and stalls,

And the cricket ground got badly submerged after the disastrous heavy rainfall.

Some enjoyed it and moved happily in the watery ground,

Some got stressed observing the pitiful condition around.

The horses and buffaloes suffered along with their masters,

Poor visitors and shopkeepers too experienced such disasters.

The situation started becoming unbearable,

Then came the silver lining, as comes in all fables.

Finally the rain came to an end,

And the golden sunlight for drying the water was send.

The shopkeepers felt better and worked hard with their double power.

And they all succeeded in fighting with the rain-showers.

The saddest thing left was only this,

That the great night programmes were being missed.

Their cancellation made some visitors sad,

But to have the Dewa fair, each one was glad.

After two- three days, the fair regained its wonder and popularity,

And came the huge crowd both from villages and cities.

The fair weather too made it, the favourable place,

And the Dewa fair got back its great pace.

The crowd of men, women with infants in their arms,

Showed me some great human charms.

Young girls, boys and children too, crowded the way,

Some went, some came any random day.

The worst part of Dewa fair was the push and pull,

All trying to overcome each other to their full.

It seemed like the human ocean,

All swimming across to the farthest portion.

Here occurs the noise pollution,

And to overcome it, no solution.

It makes me feel amazed,

When at every personality I have slowly gazed.

What a coincidence that draws thousands of humans together,

And with the same motives of enjoyment, so many of them gather.

One evening these glories of Dewa fair will depart,

With great fireworks and lightnings, in the sky’s every part.

One evening the sky of Dewa, will become the brightest,

And then will return back, all the visitors and guests..  

                                                       

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                                                                  Anam Fatima