Shahzia Batool

Freshman - 847 Points (Pakistan)

Shahzia Batool Poems

1. To Breeze! ! ! 12/20/2011
2. A Square Deal 12/20/2011
3. Love 12/20/2011
4. Thank God! 12/20/2011
5. The Ripples 12/20/2011
6. To Keats 12/21/2011
7. Come Along! 12/20/2011
8. Anarchy 12/24/2011
9. Time 12/24/2011
10. At A Locksmith's 12/18/2011
11. Come Back Home! 12/19/2011
12. I Wish! 12/27/2011
13. Phantasmagoria: (The Nightmare) 12/29/2011
14. My Heart Is Slave Of Morning Scene 1/3/2012
15. The Golden Phase... 1/10/2012
16. God's Laws Are Free Of Flaws 1/10/2012
17. The Last Ride Together! 1/30/2012
18. Quatrain! (Urdu) 2/6/2012
19. My Teachers! ! ! 2/12/2012
20. M.Phil ***(Urdu) 2/16/2012
21. Encomium For Holy Prophet S.A.W.W 1/26/2012
22. Ghazal! (Urdu) 2/29/2012
23. Inaam! (Urdu) 3/10/2012
24. My Pen! 3/14/2012
25. Anarchy Ii 3/15/2012
26. Nostalgia! (Urdu) 3/14/2012
27. Shaam K Baad! (Urdu) 4/24/2012
28. Encomium Ii (Urdu) 7/9/2012
29. Tefl Days! ! ! 8/18/2012
30. A Sterling Man! ! ! 9/2/2012
31. Rhythm Of Life! ! ! 9/2/2012
32. Enigma! ! ! 9/28/2012
33. My Dearest Foe! ! ! 9/28/2012
34. Bagh-E-Dil! ! ! 9/29/2012
35. Grandeur Of Life! ! ! 10/1/2012
36. Professor! ! ! 10/26/2012
37. Fruit Of Soil! ! ! 11/4/2012
38. Tease Me Not! ! ! 11/5/2012
39. Cries From The Cage! 11/29/2012
40. Euphrates' Regrets! ! ! 11/29/2012
Best Poem of Shahzia Batool

Acrostic Poetry: Months Of The Year!

January:

Jamming, freezing, cold month
After fine December days
North winds signal winter here
Union of the fruit and fog
Apple, Orange, Guava rule
Rest eludes, days are short
Yummy food is boiled egg yolk!

February:

Fresh air of the shortest month
Eastward look gives nice sunshine
Best of colors girls wear
Rustics sing idyllic rimes
Up and down the birds enjoy
At the weather's pleasant drives
Rest is followed after the work
Year is in its infancy!

March:

Moderate nature weather-wise
After marking the winter's ...

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To The Descending Sun!

Why art thou pale
and sad and sick...
carrying no happy thought with thee...
why lost thy vigor
and zeal and zest
casting shadows-
dark and deep
but mixed with somber evening shine
like a death-bed patient's parting smile

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