Yasmeen Khan

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Yasmeen Khan Poems

1. Ebb And Flow 7/23/2013
2. Excerpts From Persian Poetry 11/26/2013
3. A Diamanté 4/15/2016
4. Untitled 4/15/2016
5. Rekindling Faith 6/25/2016
6. Water Lily 1/12/2013
7. Filigree 2/3/2013
8. Divine Time 4/8/2013
9. Girlies 5/9/2013
10. I Love The Blossoms That Withered 6/23/2013
11. My Simple Song 9/2/2016
12. Silence 4/7/2013
13. Circe's Counsel 9/1/2013
14. The Journey Of My Musings 9/14/2013
15. Dove Is Killed 6/30/2016
16. Winter Canvas 12/31/2014
17. Silent Screams 7/20/2013
18. Caravans Of Time 5/17/2013
19. Pilgrimage 3/5/2013
20. Love 1/11/2013
21. Aging 1/23/2013
22. Sky Lanterns 2/3/2013
23. My Imagination 1/14/2013
24. Bazma E Anjum(The Assembly Of Stars) By Allama Iqbal 4/27/2013
25. Lycanthropy 4/28/2013
26. Latent Sparks 6/22/2013
27. Fancy To The Moon 6/24/2013
28. Lifeless Life 3/5/2013
29. In The Hall Of Night 6/1/2013
30. Another Count 1/3/2014
31. Stars In Your Eyes 7/22/2016
32. Song Of The Trees On The Crest 8/23/2013
33. Chand Mehrbaan Sa'Atein(Urdu) 10/12/2013
34. Aik Du'A (Urdu) 11/26/2013
35. My Soul’s Torn Apart, O God! 11/15/2013
36. In Pursuit Of An Unperceived Enemy 4/24/2013
37. A Compasssionate Heart 1/22/2013
38. Faith 2/4/2013
39. Haiku 2/3/2013
40. Shifting Sands 3/19/2013
Best Poem of Yasmeen Khan

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 ...

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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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