Shahzia Batool

Veteran Poet - 1,276 Points (Pakistan)

Shahzia Batool Poems

1. Vigils & The Mood Swings! 5/26/2015
2. A Charming Carnelian Ring! ! ! 5/30/2015
3. To Sydney Carton! ...Love-Incarnate! 12/27/2011
4. Thank God! 12/20/2011
5. Ek Nazm! 7/28/2013
6. My Vigils 6/8/2015
7. Acrostic-Poetry! 5/28/2015
8. Haiku! 5/28/2015
9. Limits 1/2/2012
10. The Golden Phase... 1/10/2012
11. Encomium For Holy Prophet S.A.W.W 1/26/2012
12. Quatrain! (Urdu) 2/6/2012
13. M.Phil ***(Urdu) 2/16/2012
14. Encomium Ii (Urdu) 7/9/2012
15. Life! 7/31/2013
16. She Will Sing No More! 6/15/2015
17. Grief Unites! 1/13/2015
18. The Wasteland! 1/10/2012
19. My Heart Is Slave Of Morning Scene 1/3/2012
20. I Wish! 12/27/2011
21. Phantasmagoria: (The Nightmare) 12/29/2011
22. To Breeze! ! ! 12/20/2011
23. Love 12/20/2011
24. Ghazal! ! ! (Urdu) 6/27/2012
25. Hamesha Yaad Rakhti Hun! 7/31/2013
26. Mun Aangan Ka Mosum! (Urdu) 6/14/2013
27. La Budget Guillotine! 6/14/2013
28. From The Casements Of My Land (Ii) 2/26/2014
29. An Epiphany! 4/23/2014
30. Mushkil Hay! (Urdu) 7/12/2013
31. Shaam K Baad! (Urdu) 4/24/2012
32. Inaam! (Urdu) 3/10/2012
33. Time 12/24/2011
34. The Last Ride Together! 1/30/2012
35. Defining... 'Vibes'! 1/13/2015
36. Khwab Martay Nhi! ~(Inspired) ~ 7/24/2014
37. ~silence~ 12/29/2014
38. To The Descending Sun! 12/18/2011
39. To Keats 12/21/2011
40. My Scattered Thoughts Ix 8/3/2013
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 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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