Treasure Island

Jahan zaib

(February 05,1981 / Malakand Pakistan)

To Twenty Thirteen


Oh the year new
Come, you are desperately willing
Do come.
Bring with you few hopes
Germinated in brain mine
As that is hope of hearts refine
I hope not love
Nor I hope beloved
Nor I hope a garden
Nor grip of hand of love
Come the year new
I knew you would come
You have stubbornly decided
Come then
But holding hand of peace
For peace will give
Love to me and love to all mankind
I'll have my love
Every one will fly
Freely like a dove
Come do come
Bring peace for the world
Thus mother earth will have
Gifts many
For every child
On her surface will prevail
Love laughter and smile

Submitted: Saturday, January 05, 2013
Edited: Saturday, January 05, 2013

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  • Shahzia Batool (1/9/2013 7:56:00 AM)

    in these disjointed times, such poems and writings which share cheerful and robust optimism are badly needed...thank you for the wish...! (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (1/9/2013 4:22:00 AM)

    The year will come bringing many gifts. But you must be discerning
    and accept only the most valuable. That way keep you life full the of most valuable
    treasures but uncluttered. Pure, simple and room for love. (Report) Reply

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