'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, DEATH UNKNOWN

DEATH UNKNOWN
After death the era seems
Bleak and dreary,
Woven around it an aura of mystery.
Will I have to repent for my sins,
Or will I be classed divine.
All questions answered at the
mercy of time-
Will I be in Gods domain.
Or will me be, Satan slain,
If I knew distinctly I would
Have an upper hand.
God rules supremely over the
Law of the land.
I am afraid of the outcome of death
Will it or will it not be as I suggest

'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