Shahzia Batool

Freshman - 728 Points (Pakistan)

Shahzia Batool Poems

1. Limits 1/2/2012
2. To Sydney Carton! ...Love-Incarnate! 12/27/2011
3. Thank God! 12/20/2011
4. Encomium Ii (Urdu) 7/9/2012
5. Ek Nazm! 7/28/2013
6. Life! 7/31/2013
7. To Breeze! ! ! 12/20/2011
8. Love 12/20/2011
9. The Golden Phase... 1/10/2012
10. Encomium For Holy Prophet S.A.W.W 1/26/2012
11. Quatrain! (Urdu) 2/6/2012
12. M.Phil ***(Urdu) 2/16/2012
13. Grief Unites! 1/13/2015
14. Defining... 'Vibes'! 1/13/2015
15. The Wasteland! 1/10/2012
16. My Heart Is Slave Of Morning Scene 1/3/2012
17. I Wish! 12/27/2011
18. Phantasmagoria: (The Nightmare) 12/29/2011
19. Ghazal! ! ! (Urdu) 6/27/2012
20. Hamesha Yaad Rakhti Hun! 7/31/2013
21. Mun Aangan Ka Mosum! (Urdu) 6/14/2013
22. La Budget Guillotine! 6/14/2013
23. From The Casements Of My Land (Ii) 2/26/2014
24. An Epiphany! 4/23/2014
25. Mushkil Hay! (Urdu) 7/12/2013
26. Shaam K Baad! (Urdu) 4/24/2012
27. Inaam! (Urdu) 3/10/2012
28. Time 12/24/2011
29. The Last Ride Together! 1/30/2012
30. Khwab Martay Nhi! ~(Inspired) ~ 7/24/2014
31. ~silence~ 12/29/2014
32. To The Descending Sun! 12/18/2011
33. To Keats 12/21/2011
34. My Scattered Thoughts Ix 8/3/2013
35. Answer Me! 7/28/2013
36. Fond Paradoxes Ii 8/30/2013
37. April In The Lawn! 4/13/2014
38. Eve! 3/7/2014
39. On Art Pieces Of Arabic Calligraphy! 3/16/2014
40. Shaam K Baad Ii (Urdu) 6/18/2013
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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To Breeze! ! !

Play not with me O wanton Breeze!
enjoy with flower-laden trees...

speak! for whom you softly blow?
tell me whom you want to please?

my friends you know are far from me
but joys of friendship never cease.

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