'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.

'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?