Shahzia Batool

Bronze Star - 2,071 Points (Pakistan)

Shahzia Batool Poems

1. Indigo Spirit! 2/29/2016
2. Vigils! 3/20/2016
3. Elegy On The Dried Ink! 3/19/2016
4. To Sydney Carton! ...Love-Incarnate! 12/27/2011
5. Thank God! 12/20/2011
6. The Fall 2/29/2016
7. A Charming Carnelian Ring! ! ! 5/30/2015
8. Vigils & The Mood Swings! 5/26/2015
9. Acrostic-Poetry! 5/28/2015
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. To Breeze! ! ! 12/20/2011
16. Ek Nazm! 7/28/2013
17. Haiku! 5/28/2015
18. Grief Unites! 1/13/2015
19. The Quill Of An Insomniac! ! ! 9/1/2015
20. The Wasteland! 1/10/2012
21. My Heart Is Slave Of Morning Scene 1/3/2012
22. Phantasmagoria: (The Nightmare) 12/29/2011
23. Encomium Ii (Urdu) 7/9/2012
24. Hamesha Yaad Rakhti Hun! 7/31/2013
25. Life! 7/31/2013
26. Mun Aangan Ka Mosum! (Urdu) 6/14/2013
27. La Budget Guillotine! 6/14/2013
28. She Wanted Wings... 1/13/2016
29. From The Casements Of My Land (Ii) 2/26/2014
30. An Epiphany! 4/23/2014
31. My Vigils 6/8/2015
32. Mushkil Hay! (Urdu) 7/12/2013
33. Shaam K Baad! (Urdu) 4/24/2012
34. Ghazal! ! ! (Urdu) 6/27/2012
35. I Wish! 12/27/2011
36. Love 12/20/2011
37. The Last Ride Together! 1/30/2012
38. To The Descending Sun! 12/18/2011
39. Defining... 'Vibes'! 1/13/2015
40. ~silence~ 12/29/2014
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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