Yasmeen Khan Poems
The Hills Are Alive!
Swooping on gradients and hairpin bends
When the sun sinks and softly descends
At a mellow pace in Heaven's wide arch
A thousand pines in the clouds' arms
Swing and sway in welcome mists,
On glorious crests bend and twist.
Winds sing sweetly, airs are benign
And the city looks dreamy and shines
Like a starry plane far beneath me
As I look down the scary lee.
Soaring upwards in the mellow blush of day
A spot sparkles in the foggy dark and stays
Glowing on the lush peaks illumining grays.
Savory aromas float on the evening breeze
With melodies ...
Dove Is Killed
I know it's never been safe to build there
a home in an abandoned corner, but it's been
their habit for past few years, in every summer
they choose that nook, the 'best' home they ween
This time as they started bringing a straw, a twig
to loosely arrange them making a shaggy roost
I tried to stop them from dwelling again in this
place open to the eye of predators' greed