HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, WHAT’S COOKING

WHAT’S COOKING

la Ra Rum go the prancing, dancing,
Flames of the stove,
Amused by this scenario, is the meat
Being cooked above.
The groin softens to the warmth of the fire,
With the cabbage and potato.
It forms an empire.
The unveiling of the platter,
Reveals, fit for a king, matter.
Copied from television this recipe
Is a treat, When near and dear ones,
Altogether do meet.

'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE,

I FELT CHEATED

She was single and lonely,
All of her belonged to me;
At the corner of the building
Looking like a bride,
I spotted her needing
Help at her side
Chivalrously I opted
To do the needful,
She seemed thoroughly pleased
And blissful:
Then suddenly a car stopped by her,
With door flung open.
A man sat inside.
With wide open arms which did her beckon.
Alas; To my dismay, i was left alone,
Near me no more now, but an illusion.