Magic Box Poems
|3.||Battle Wounds - An Ode To Shahzia Batool||12/1/2013|
|8.||To Reach The Top||9/22/2013|
|11.||Over And Out||8/13/2013|
|12.||Malala: The Flame Queen||7/15/2013|
|13.||The Unwanted Dream||9/5/2013|
|16.||Opening Magic Box||12/29/2013|
|18.||The Common Man||12/27/2013|
For my thousand dreams and broken wing,
As some final words what would you sing?
How gentle I was or how righteous my acts,
In midst of strong winds how I stayed intact!
How much I loved and how I’ll be missed,
How boldly I saw death and gently kissed,
What would you say? The truth or some lie?
While mourning for me when I simply die?
Silence will win where life looses the game,
Unspoken words cause tears from my frame!
Malala: The Flame Queen
She is a small yellow flame,
She does not fear! You dry wind of rules mortal!
From your unknown valleys of culture
As you come with chain to bound
The purity within is enough
Her beauty is when she wears her orange silk
Heart ignites in blue and white
She just sits there and spreads the light