'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

'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