Hafsa Qureshi

little birdies praising God,
in fresh air near by dawn,
while you are snoozing flagrantly,
neglecting the time to rise and shine.
...

Under the weather,
I hit the sack,
And after a spell,
I was gone,
...

need of some trust
hard like crust
with a slice of care
will add good smell
...

ye dil jo h doob rha
apne farz se h ghafil hua
nhi sakoon is ko kisi hal mn
tarapta palatta ye har hal mn
...

people think that i am brave
but no one finds my innest grave

i am the one pretending to be strong
...

hand in hand
travel to motherland
we left behind
for home and food
...

in this world filled with merciless, arrogant soals
iwas the one to give you shelter
i was the one to shade you in hazards
i was the to stand beside you
...

oh you world a labyrinth,
exhibiting beauty to attract me,
like anknowable myth,
challenging to find and see.
...