'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, BEYOND THE GRASP

BEYOND THE GRASP
Take your outstretched hand,
See dreams of the promised land.
Butterflies in different colours.
Dive and leap and soar,
Honey and nectar on the doorstep,
Would one find such a place on the map.
Where no misery, no bitterness, no sorrow
Looking forward always to a better morrow.
This is what Utopia is all about,
Neither begged, borrowed nor bought

'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, ALL THAT GLITTERS IS GOLD

ALL THAT GLITTERS IS GOLD

The morning sun shines through the window,
Making the face beam and glow.
I suddenly feel the urge, to rise and shine.
My feelings take a turn, towards
The lofty and divine,
As I escape the barricade of my bed,
The wasted, whiled hours I now dread.
The sun has injected into me a Potion,
Which makes me want to drive into motion.
The golden globe warms the earth,
Returns the gaiety and the mirth.