Yasmeen Khan

Rookie - 415 Points [Quill pen]

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  • Rookie - 415 Points Yasmeen Khan (12/25/2014 10:22:00 AM)

    I feel exalted to read such words from a worty member. I am grateful to you.

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  • Gold Star - 22,434 Points Akhtar Jawad (12/24/2014 7:09:00 PM)

    Yasmeen is a spark hidden in ashes, whenever this spark is aired the flames rise to a great height and we get light in the shape of her warming poems in the coldness of this inhuman environment.

  • Silver Star - 7,536 Points Geetha Jayakumar (12/31/2013 9:05:00 AM)

    Poet Yasmeen Khan
    One of the talented and gifted poet.
    Like Jasmine flower
    Keep on spreading the beautiful fragrance
    Through your wonderful poems.
    Thank you for beautiful comments for my poems.
    Continue writing and keep on adding wonderful poems to poetic world.
    Wishing you all the best!
    God Bless You!

  • Rookie - 603 Points Shahzia Batool (6/6/2013 1:29:00 PM)

    Divine colours
    In charismatic splendour
    Mystical shades
    Basked in love
    Spirit in elation
    whirls and whirls
    Dance the peacock
    and along with him
    The whole universe!

    An Extract from Peacock Dance!

    Jasmeen Khan is one of those gifted beings who know their job well. A groomed poetess, with amazing aesthetics, knows the creation and appreciation of Beauty in all forms; and every visit to her page renders something rich to reader/s. God bless her! ! !

  • Rookie - 178 Points Death Silence (5/12/2013 8:21:00 AM)

    jasmine is the name of a beautiful flower. ur poetry is just like this flowers, which have a fascinating fragrance which attract the other people by magic. ur poetry writing is a blessing of God.
    keep writing more and stay bless

Two Winters

Winter comes, steam from coffee and soup
Soothes the mind, comfort the heart;
Aroma of roasted pistachio and peanuts,
Heating, blankets, duck-feathers,
Warmth of the ones who are closed
All make a crisp winter to yearn for.
Chilly tents, cruel winds, biting cold,
Shivering bodies with bruised hands,
Food with no steam, silent cries coming

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