HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, ENCOUNTER

ENCOUNTER

On my travels such was my plight,
Did Gulliver or Passepartout with all their might,
Slip in a puddle in broad daylight
Were they bait, to such a trait,
In their Sunday best waiting for a suitor
Who would pronounce romance truer
The mishap with the hair
That turned bald and bare...
Thinking of the worlds miseries...
Had there been no fisheries
No salmon and no trout
To bring about a prick in the mouth;
With the writing to bleed
Promising a bond in a deed.

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'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, TILL DEATH DO US IN

TILL DEATH DO US IN

Last night I woke up from a dream,
To realise, that it was not what it seemed,
My companion for my relaxed hours,
Was wet through and through...
No I had not done it...
It was the thunderstorm that possessed it:
I totalled the time,
That flew past the chime,
That rung from my alarm,
To raise me with charm
Out indeed I shall pay no heed
The mattress and I look alike
Bulging from the sides-out, vital statistics 40,40,40