'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, LEARN FROM YOUR MISTAKES

LEARN FROM YOUR MISTAKES

While jogging I tripped over lace,
Next time tied my shoes with grace,
I sang out of tune at the dinner,
Practice, well almost made me a crooner,
I fell when somebody pulled the chair away
Brushed my right hand, to my Utter dismay,
It was my turn, I said
Tit for tat,
And hurt to my content,
The guilty brat,
In the run with,
Trail and error
I have grown to be
A lot wiser.

'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, THE BANANA

THE BANANA
So I am meant to be fed to the monkey,
Wail till you have an encounter with my peel,
Without the night, stars you shall see,
For still life I join hands with friend apple,
Different shapes of me decorate a cocktail
I lie on the table as the knife slices me open,
An incision in my centre, split into pieces,
My seed in you sprout a plant
The likes of which you have to see to believe,
They should call you sprout a plant
I make ‘shakes’ about the reference
What you treasure to eat,
Out of which you should not make mincemeat