'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, INNOCENCE

INNOCENCE

As the child looked with his eyes wide open,
I thought, on innocence I would write a poem;
Unaware of the sins committed by society.
Oblivious of death and calamity:
Playing with a toy gun in the hand,
As if the real one has not harmed the land;
Exist, does a lie, denied,
The solemn truth will always preside;
Early in the morning shall I arise...
To greet with a surprise;
The coin planted in my garden
Shall hurst into a tree?
With the money, chocolates I shall buy
And build a house, Hansel Gretel style

'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...”