Shahzia Batool

Veteran Poet - 1,276 Points (Pakistan)

Shahzia Batool Poems

1. Vigils & The Mood Swings! 5/26/2015
2. A Charming Carnelian Ring! ! ! 5/30/2015
3. To Sydney Carton! ...Love-Incarnate! 12/27/2011
4. Thank God! 12/20/2011
5. Ek Nazm! 7/28/2013
6. My Vigils 6/8/2015
7. Acrostic-Poetry! 5/28/2015
8. Haiku! 5/28/2015
9. She Will Sing No More! 6/15/2015
10. Limits 1/2/2012
11. The Golden Phase... 1/10/2012
12. Encomium For Holy Prophet S.A.W.W 1/26/2012
13. Quatrain! (Urdu) 2/6/2012
14. M.Phil ***(Urdu) 2/16/2012
15. Encomium Ii (Urdu) 7/9/2012
16. Life! 7/31/2013
17. Grief Unites! 1/13/2015
18. The Wasteland! 1/10/2012
19. My Heart Is Slave Of Morning Scene 1/3/2012
20. Phantasmagoria: (The Nightmare) 12/29/2011
21. I Wish! 12/27/2011
22. To Breeze! ! ! 12/20/2011
23. Love 12/20/2011
24. Ghazal! ! ! (Urdu) 6/27/2012
25. Hamesha Yaad Rakhti Hun! 7/31/2013
26. Mun Aangan Ka Mosum! (Urdu) 6/14/2013
27. La Budget Guillotine! 6/14/2013
28. From The Casements Of My Land (Ii) 2/26/2014
29. An Epiphany! 4/23/2014
30. Mushkil Hay! (Urdu) 7/12/2013
31. Shaam K Baad! (Urdu) 4/24/2012
32. Inaam! (Urdu) 3/10/2012
33. Time 12/24/2011
34. The Last Ride Together! 1/30/2012
35. Defining... 'Vibes'! 1/13/2015
36. Khwab Martay Nhi! ~(Inspired) ~ 7/24/2014
37. ~silence~ 12/29/2014
38. To The Descending Sun! 12/18/2011
39. To Keats 12/21/2011
40. Answer Me! 7/28/2013
Best Poem of Shahzia Batool

If God Sends My Maa For A While!

I shall lay my head on her knees
Believing that God must have cured her arthritic joints in heaven,
Then she will brush my hair with her fingers
And I shall tell her all my soul suffered from;

I shall complain of the bouquet of roses
That pricked my hands despite the silk-ribbon
And scotch-tape woven around it carefully;

I shall tell her the tricks of the winds
Blowing roughly on me leaving all others
And of clouds that shower benign rain
On all others leaving me,
Though I stand under them with a bowl
In my hands raised skywards
Which stays ...

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Come Back Home!

Come back Father!
come back Home!
see your daughter
come back home
request is long,
though words are meager,
heart is tired,
eyes are eager,
to see you again

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