Monday, January 6, 2020

'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, LIFE IS SACRED

LIFE IS SACRED

In the Garden, the blooming rose.
Tucked in the vase, in a pose.
The sweet fragrance, spread in the air,
Lending grace to an otherwise, room bizarre.
The rich red velvet of the petals.
The crowning glory of the green sepals.
The beauty of this natural piece,
Has at last now, withered and died;
Reminds one all the time,
Life should be lived to the brim,
In case this virtue is denied.

'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, RESORT TO QUILT

RESORT TO QUILT

The dark cold winter night,
Bring a shudder and a chill to the might
The star at a distance so high.
Part oblivious, because of the cloud in the sky,
The severe, pouring December rain,
From which even the umbrella covered, refrain.
I love to stay indoors,
And protect myself from the downpour.
I snuggle up warm and cozy in my eider-down
quilt,
Watching television, sipping coffee,
Plunged on my bed, with my pillow at a slight tilt