'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, HEAVEN IS AT HER FEET

HEAVEN IS AT HER FEET

From the moment a child opens its eyes.
To the world and its ties:
She nurtures it like a steadfast rock,
Right from pant to frock.
“And I shall guide you,
On the path that I walked on,
Before you came along.
In sickness and in health,
In poverty and in wealth,
Whenever I needed company,
You gave the note to the harmony.
Sit tight little one...”

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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