Shahzia Batool

Veteran Poet - 1,855 Points (Pakistan)

Shahzia Batool Poems

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

Those little sorrows and fears of childhood
those little joys...
all the fetching smiles and tears
all the little toys...
Where have they gone?
where are they now?
those naughty pranks and games and song
are nowhere found.
My heart is bound to have them all.

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