'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, CHILDREN OF A LESSER GOD

CHILDREN OF A LESSER GOD

Walking about in torn and tattered clothes,
Looking messy with a running nose.
Crippled, unable to walk properly,
The arrogant man, looks at him disdainfully.
The other day the car almost ran her down,
As she leaped forward, begging For an aim,
Hand outstretched, unable to see,
In the sun, wearing dark glasses,
Makes him look shady.
For a cheap rate, They are bought,
Are they, Children of a Lesser God?

'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, MY WEAKNESS IS MY STRENGTH

MY WEAKNESS IS MY STRENGTH

If there can be appeal
In the scar on that face,
I will take my weakness
With a lot of grace,
If every tumble gives you a chance
To rise erect with a new stance,
When the going gets tough
The tough get going
Yesterday, I fell to-
Get up again and start moving.
In the classroom the young boy
From his neighbour snatched the toy.
The truck rammed into the car
With all its might,
Killed the occupants and threw
Them out a sight,
The sky roared with thunder
Scared stiff as they went down under.
My weakness shall he my strength,
May I never misuse it
Even for one moment.
The meek shall inherit the earth