Nuzhat Fatima Poems

Spring it is! Bouncy and crisp.
Sunshine, cheerful and sparkling.
The almond blossoms, as pretty as pink,
Why mustn't Cinderella dance again!
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Life is a rainbow, why wear it dull!
Not gloomy grey, nor dark and glum.
Splash some red, add a dash of blue
Kiss some peach, drape a violet hue.
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Vushun taaf chu harduk napi napi karaan
Poonpuran seeth chi baagun munz, Bombar ti nazaan
Hanah zard pahan chu yemi Bodwun boon'ni pun
Torun ti Khaam Har yii yaad paawan
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Waketh now! O frail human;
yearning is a delusion, darkness real!
Thy cherished desire be lost in dark;
By Heaven, no dream, thus far hast come true.
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Yet again, the world dances to the glory of her tulips;
masking the blush of her face with soiled hands, she mourns!
Vivid and vivacious, her crimsons wake up to a vernal spring,
In solitude she wails for the buds that ne'er bloomed.
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I nurture the nestlings and I caress the wings;
I fashion the flights and I shapen the lives.
Many a thoughts I romance, for I design the dreams;
Many a skills I poetise, and thus the dark gleams!
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Like Shahid, I would die in the opulence of autumn, but, cold dispirits me
Pray! Lying under the sheets of freshly tilled soil, I wish not to look blue.

Come Spring and my heart is a slave, a devotee, charmed by its visage
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