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Life Is Sacred In the Garden the blooming rose
Tucked in the vase in a pose
The sweet fragrance spread in the air
Lending grace to an otherwise room bizarre
The rich red velvet of the petals.
The crowning glory of the green sepals
The beauty of this natural piece
Has at last now withered and died
Reminds one all the time
Life should be lived to the brim
In case this virtue is denied ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
Tucked in the vase in a pose
The sweet fragrance spread in the air
Lending grace to an otherwise room bizarre
The rich red velvet of the petals.
The crowning glory of the green sepals
The beauty of this natural piece
Has at last now withered and died
Reminds one all the time
Life should be lived to the brim
In case this virtue is denied ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
Esort 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
ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
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
ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
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
ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
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
ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
Heaven Is At Her Feet From the moment a child opens its eyes
To the world and its ties
She nurtures it like a steadfast rock
Right from pant to frock
“And I shall guide you,
On the path that I walked on
Before you came along
In sickness and in health
In poverty and in wealth
Whenever I needed company
You gave the note to the harmony
Sit tight little one
ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
To the world and its ties
She nurtures it like a steadfast rock
Right from pant to frock
“And I shall guide you,
On the path that I walked on
Before you came along
In sickness and in health
In poverty and in wealth
Whenever I needed company
You gave the note to the harmony
Sit tight little one
ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
Encounter On my travels such was my plight
Did Gulliver or Passé partout with all their might
Slip in a puddle in broad daylight
Were they bait to such a trait
In their Sunday best waiting for a suitor
Who would pronounce romance truer
The mishap with the hair
That turned bald and bare
Thinking of the worlds miseries
Had there been no fisheries
No salmon and no trout
To bring about a prick in the mouth
With the writing to bleed
Promising a bond in a deed
ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
Did Gulliver or Passé partout with all their might
Slip in a puddle in broad daylight
Were they bait to such a trait
In their Sunday best waiting for a suitor
Who would pronounce romance truer
The mishap with the hair
That turned bald and bare
Thinking of the worlds miseries
Had there been no fisheries
No salmon and no trout
To bring about a prick in the mouth
With the writing to bleed
Promising a bond in a deed
ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
Till Death Do Us In Last night I woke up from a dream,
To realize, that it was not what it seemed
My companion for my relaxed hours
Was wet through and through
No I had not done it
It was the thunderstorm that possessed it:
I totaled the time,
That flew past the chime,
That rung from my alarm,
To raise me with charm
Out indeed I shall pay no heed
The mattress and I look alike
Bulging from the sides-out, vital statistics 40,40,40
ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
To realize, that it was not what it seemed
My companion for my relaxed hours
Was wet through and through
No I had not done it
It was the thunderstorm that possessed it:
I totaled the time,
That flew past the chime,
That rung from my alarm,
To raise me with charm
Out indeed I shall pay no heed
The mattress and I look alike
Bulging from the sides-out, vital statistics 40,40,40
ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
Guilt Complex Enclosed in a shell like a tortoise
Keeping away from the lively movements & noise
My own I fail to recognize
Do not shake hands with me please
I am no more no more at ease
I suffer from a guilt complex
Was I the one to destroy a friendship
Or lose my temper in a relationship
The other day I threw some litter on the road
Turned a deaf ear to the call for prayer
I suffer from a guilt complex
I am amazed at my faults.
Have I them or have I not?
Is it just the state of my mind
Or has somebody without cause have me to remind
Of a non-existent situation
Will I ever surface 1 suffer from a Guilt Complex
ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
Keeping away from the lively movements & noise
My own I fail to recognize
Do not shake hands with me please
I am no more no more at ease
I suffer from a guilt complex
Was I the one to destroy a friendship
Or lose my temper in a relationship
The other day I threw some litter on the road
Turned a deaf ear to the call for prayer
I suffer from a guilt complex
I am amazed at my faults.
Have I them or have I not?
Is it just the state of my mind
Or has somebody without cause have me to remind
Of a non-existent situation
Will I ever surface 1 suffer from a Guilt Complex
ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
Romance I love you my dearest my cherub
The sunset and sunrise are for me a spectacle & to behold
Because of your warmth I do not feel the cold
Of the cloudy dark winter nights
Logs to burn I need not nor do indeed the light
Tomorrow is always a day to look forward to
In your company life is a bundle of joy
A tear rolls down my cheek and shines and sparkles
It beautifies my skin and gives it a certain glow
In your adulation it had to flow
I captured to kitten through your eyes
And whispered a lullaby by your sound
Togetherness should last and last
I am in love I am in love
ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
The sunset and sunrise are for me a spectacle & to behold
Because of your warmth I do not feel the cold
Of the cloudy dark winter nights
Logs to burn I need not nor do indeed the light
Tomorrow is always a day to look forward to
In your company life is a bundle of joy
A tear rolls down my cheek and shines and sparkles
It beautifies my skin and gives it a certain glow
In your adulation it had to flow
I captured to kitten through your eyes
And whispered a lullaby by your sound
Togetherness should last and last
I am in love I am in love
ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
Companionship Hold my hand take me to he land
Where name nor brand
Will come in between true friends
Shall go to their house
Feeling like a louse
Smiles warmth mirth and cheer
Encompass me from all sides
Take me away from my swing of mood
Feel I well and good
True friendship is hard to find
With materialism in mind
Wherever you are come and touch me
For mi am abound with sincerity
A friend I receive
To avoid the mire
Always be there
Give meaning to my blank stare
ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
Where name nor brand
Will come in between true friends
Shall go to their house
Feeling like a louse
Smiles warmth mirth and cheer
Encompass me from all sides
Take me away from my swing of mood
Feel I well and good
True friendship is hard to find
With materialism in mind
Wherever you are come and touch me
For mi am abound with sincerity
A friend I receive
To avoid the mire
Always be there
Give meaning to my blank stare
ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
SACRIFICE It seemed like my paradise was there to stay
Everything I always wanted I possessed
To hold to cherish till I was dead
The envy of the crowd I swayed to the rhythm
My heart heat and my breath hummed
We were five in all two boys and a girl
The mild summer and a picnic by the beach
Snowflakes on the mountains not our of reach
On holiday or at work
Happiness and contentment always at my doorstep
Suddenly fate started changing for worse
The truth came home not an act to rehearse
He had to leave my side for greener pastures
The children went along all for one one for all
I was left all alone to wipe my tears
One my one they left me for a motionless floor
I was all alone all alone
Zeenat Iqbal Hakimjee
Everything I always wanted I possessed
To hold to cherish till I was dead
The envy of the crowd I swayed to the rhythm
My heart heat and my breath hummed
We were five in all two boys and a girl
The mild summer and a picnic by the beach
Snowflakes on the mountains not our of reach
On holiday or at work
Happiness and contentment always at my doorstep
Suddenly fate started changing for worse
The truth came home not an act to rehearse
He had to leave my side for greener pastures
The children went along all for one one for all
I was left all alone to wipe my tears
One my one they left me for a motionless floor
I was all alone all alone
Zeenat Iqbal Hakimjee
LEARN FROM YOUR MISTAKES While jogging I tripped over lace
Next time tied my shoes with grace
I sang out of tune at the dinner
Practice well almost made me a crooner
I fell when somebody pulled the chair away
Brushed my right hand to my Utter dismay
It was my turn I said
Tit for tat
And hurt to my content
The guilty brat
In the run with
Trail and error
I have grown to be
A lot wiser
Zeenat Iqbal Hakimjee
Next time tied my shoes with grace
I sang out of tune at the dinner
Practice well almost made me a crooner
I fell when somebody pulled the chair away
Brushed my right hand to my Utter dismay
It was my turn I said
Tit for tat
And hurt to my content
The guilty brat
In the run with
Trail and error
I have grown to be
A lot wiser
Zeenat Iqbal Hakimjee
THE BANANA So I am meant to be fed to the monkey,
Wail till you have an encounter with my peel,
Without the night, stars you shall see,
For still life I join hands with friend apple,
Different shapes of me decorate a cocktail
I lie on the table as the knife slices me open,
An incision in my centre, split into pieces,
My seed in you sprout a plant
The likes of which you have to see to believe,
They should call you sprout a plant
I make ‘shakes’ about the reference
What you treasure to eat,
Out of which you should not make mincemeat
ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
Wail till you have an encounter with my peel,
Without the night, stars you shall see,
For still life I join hands with friend apple,
Different shapes of me decorate a cocktail
I lie on the table as the knife slices me open,
An incision in my centre, split into pieces,
My seed in you sprout a plant
The likes of which you have to see to believe,
They should call you sprout a plant
I make ‘shakes’ about the reference
What you treasure to eat,
Out of which you should not make mincemeat
ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
POSSESSION I own you, your every movement is mine
To do as I please
Why did you do this why did you do that
Raise your voice, or your eyelid bat
Its our of the question I won’t let you out of my sight
You belong to me only to me, you are my birth right
Just the other day your momentary absence felt like multitude
Was it the toilet or were you astray,
I am suspicious, you I possess.
Do not leave me, I shall feel the betray,
Your look and smile elsewhere, your touch
Are all for me, me only,
From others, to be kept at bay
Do not ever make a start with darling, for another,
It will make the other want to come hither
I feel bold and beautiful in your presence
But am at a loss in your absence
I own, you, you I possess,
ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
To do as I please
Why did you do this why did you do that
Raise your voice, or your eyelid bat
Its our of the question I won’t let you out of my sight
You belong to me only to me, you are my birth right
Just the other day your momentary absence felt like multitude
Was it the toilet or were you astray,
I am suspicious, you I possess.
Do not leave me, I shall feel the betray,
Your look and smile elsewhere, your touch
Are all for me, me only,
From others, to be kept at bay
Do not ever make a start with darling, for another,
It will make the other want to come hither
I feel bold and beautiful in your presence
But am at a loss in your absence
I own, you, you I possess,
ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
Whether genuine cause of anger? Enraged I stroll towards
The counter,
To involve myself in
A brutal encounter;
The salesman gave me rupees five less,
A gruesome mistake that
He should confess,
Was he well aware
Of it,
Or did he mistaking lay
Do it,
Remains to be seen
Or is it
My frustration built in.
Possession
I own you, your every movement is mine
To do as I please
Why did you do this why did you do that
Raise your voice, or your eyelid bat
It's out of the question I won't let you out of my sight
You belong to me only to me, you are my birth right
Just the other day your momentary absence felt like the
Multitude
Was it the toilet or were you astray,
I am suspicious, you I possess.
Do not leave me, I shall feel the betray,
Your look and smile elsewhere, your touch,
Are all for me, me only,
From others, to be kept at bay
Do not ever make a start with dear, for another,
It will make the other want to come hither
I feel bold and beautiful in your presence
But am at a loss in your absence
I own you, you I possess. ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
The counter,
To involve myself in
A brutal encounter;
The salesman gave me rupees five less,
A gruesome mistake that
He should confess,
Was he well aware
Of it,
Or did he mistaking lay
Do it,
Remains to be seen
Or is it
My frustration built in.
Possession
I own you, your every movement is mine
To do as I please
Why did you do this why did you do that
Raise your voice, or your eyelid bat
It's out of the question I won't let you out of my sight
You belong to me only to me, you are my birth right
Just the other day your momentary absence felt like the
Multitude
Was it the toilet or were you astray,
I am suspicious, you I possess.
Do not leave me, I shall feel the betray,
Your look and smile elsewhere, your touch,
Are all for me, me only,
From others, to be kept at bay
Do not ever make a start with dear, for another,
It will make the other want to come hither
I feel bold and beautiful in your presence
But am at a loss in your absence
I own you, you I possess. ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
No More Tears As you leave for greener pastures,
Tears flow down the cheeks at your departure.
The migrating bird flutters its wings,
Over for it, is the season to sing.
The Bentley turns round the corner
Disappears from sight, now and forever.
I shall miss your nudge and touch,
For our friendship others could vouch.
But since the 'Sea of Gold' is at a distance,
Leave for it right now, this instance. ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
Tears flow down the cheeks at your departure.
The migrating bird flutters its wings,
Over for it, is the season to sing.
The Bentley turns round the corner
Disappears from sight, now and forever.
I shall miss your nudge and touch,
For our friendship others could vouch.
But since the 'Sea of Gold' is at a distance,
Leave for it right now, this instance. ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
Garden of Eden My spirit soars up to the sky,
As I on the lush green carpet lie.
Ecstasy envelopes my always........melancholy heart,
As, sudden wind blown ripples,
In the pond start.
As the winter Suns, warm Rays,
Caress my being I do away
Frolicking and frisking, from here to there,
Like a lamb, the desire, I wish to bear.
May you bloom forever, my Garden of Eden,
Make my thoughts soar upto, The Seventh Heaven. ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
As I on the lush green carpet lie.
Ecstasy envelopes my always........melancholy heart,
As, sudden wind blown ripples,
In the pond start.
As the winter Suns, warm Rays,
Caress my being I do away
Frolicking and frisking, from here to there,
Like a lamb, the desire, I wish to bear.
May you bloom forever, my Garden of Eden,
Make my thoughts soar upto, The Seventh Heaven. ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
A Mother's Love. A LITTLE in the doorway sitting,
The mother plied her busy knitting;
And her cheek so softly smiled,
You might be sure, although her gaze
Was on the meshes of the lace,
Yet her thoughts were with her child.
But when the boy had heard her voice,
As o'er her work she did rejoice,
His became silent altogether;
And slyly creeping by the wall,
He seized a single plume, let fall
By some wild bird of longest feather;
And, all a-tremble with his freak,
He touched her lightly on the cheek.
O, what a loveliness her eyes
Gather in that one moment's space,
While peeping round the post she Spurs
Her darling's laughing face!
O, mother's love is glorifying,
On the cheek like sunset lying;
In the eyes a moistened light,
Softer than the moon at night!
Courtesy: The Library of World Poetry
Edited by
William Cullen Bryant ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
The mother plied her busy knitting;
And her cheek so softly smiled,
You might be sure, although her gaze
Was on the meshes of the lace,
Yet her thoughts were with her child.
But when the boy had heard her voice,
As o'er her work she did rejoice,
His became silent altogether;
And slyly creeping by the wall,
He seized a single plume, let fall
By some wild bird of longest feather;
And, all a-tremble with his freak,
He touched her lightly on the cheek.
O, what a loveliness her eyes
Gather in that one moment's space,
While peeping round the post she Spurs
Her darling's laughing face!
O, mother's love is glorifying,
On the cheek like sunset lying;
In the eyes a moistened light,
Softer than the moon at night!
Courtesy: The Library of World Poetry
Edited by
William Cullen Bryant ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE
