Congratulations to peers who have already reached the height
No hate, no frowning to toddler who has just started the work
To day they struggle like you did
Tomorrow they may be up to the mark
And surpass you.
I battle
And wrestle as a writer, as a poet
A big salute to them who have got a distinctive style
No qualms for a poet who has not yet find ways to impress
Today they may appear diminutive
Tomorrow they may emerge as an original and fresh
And unsettle you.
And claim your depthIlluminate your bottom firstAnd don’t forget to mentionThe contribution of the little dropsYou may be as little as anythingBut before you go to beAshamed of yourself for being littleThink of the little drops firstHow, in spite of being tinyThey make the vast ocean.
In many ways into many pieces in many shapes and sizesYet the suffering of pain has not gone into air ratherIt has rebounded back at the maximumTo get relief again I sit down to writeThus the circle of pain and relief goes onSo are the pieces of myself and the pieces of a poemIn one…
But i am not well trainedBy my standard every one is a singerI sing the shortest and saddest oneThe happiest and long song I keep in mindPeople find them cute and the sweetestBut no one notice I break and bleed insideIn fact I did not take singing to be sadderUpon my already broken heartI don’t…
Either from east or westIslam suppresses womenI agree with to disagree,Again when a Muslim saysIslam has given enoughFreedom to womenThis time, too, I agreeTo disagree with him,For freedom is thereOnly in the books but menOf Islam never promoteA woman in financeAs they do for his sonsOr brothers and you knowWithout economic libertyThere is no freedom…
little house, a young man of twenty two a centralgovernment employee and unmarried takes theirhouse on rent, she is dark but beautiful so theman gives a proposal to her mother to marry herin the process of negotiation the man demandshuge money as dowry because she is not fairand he does a good job, how her…
So much upon my headPleasedo not rush to conjecturethe image of a warI am too non-violentMay be due to my obligationOr for the strength I possesThis is a battlefieldof romantic love in whichI have given so muchthe same amount oflove nowin return is requiredfrom my beloved, my mind.you may call it a fun gameI am…
