Ayesha Riaz

Rookie - 0 Points (Dec-22-1997 / The City Off Lights, Pakistan)

Ayesha Riaz Poems

1. Shall I Ever For Get Those Happy Days? 9/6/2011
2. Hope For A New Dawn! 9/6/2011
3. Listen And I’ll Tell You All! (A Story Of Flood Victim) 9/6/2011
4. Whispering Windows. 9/11/2011
5. Oh Wise Man! 10/9/2011
6. Far Far Away 10/9/2011
7. What Else Could I Ever Desire? 10/9/2011
8. Moon My Hero 9/5/2011
9. Remember? 1/16/2012
10. I Prayed 1/16/2012
11. Untold. 1/16/2012
12. I'Ll Be Waiting 1/16/2012
13. Untidy Reflection 1/20/2012
14. Let Me... (A Short Set Of Verses) 2/7/2012
15. Rubai (Third Try) 3/20/2012
16. Rubai (Second Try) 3/20/2012
17. In The Dark Gloomy Night 1/20/2012
18. A Rubai (First Try) 3/17/2012
19. Escape. 1/16/2012
20. When I Was Younger I Thought So... 9/16/2011
21. Unknown 10/8/2011
22. A Swan Song(Dying Sentence) 9/6/2011
23. From Dawn To Dusk... 9/11/2011
24. Caged! 10/8/2011
25. A Depressed Bubble 9/5/2011
26. Celebrations! 9/5/2011
27. If I Die Today 3/13/2012
28. Isolation 1/16/2012

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  • Aamir Qureshi Aamir Qureshi (7/28/2012 9:47:00 AM)

    Fantastic poems the best i can see in this web

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  • Talha Humayoon (6/5/2012 6:51:00 AM)

    nyc work............keep up the good work................& plz reply to kardo..............waiting

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Best Poem of Ayesha Riaz

Caged!

Caged,
Like the parrot in the cage,
With his tip-top feather shape,
Brutally cut,
Like the birds in their so called sanctuary,
With their mouth taped,
Forbidden to sing,
Like prisoner imprisoned,
A slave to someone else now,
I am caged,
Like the voices in the winds,
Like the thoughts in mind,
Like Repunzel in the tower,
With evil spells circling around her,
Like Oliver twist in the orphans,
A slave to someone else now,
I am caged,
Like a sinner,
Being punished,
Like a beggar,
Begging for his life,
Like an ...

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From Dawn To Dusk...

I wrote it when I was in my 6th grade, couldn't get time to re-edit it so there is the old copy of this poem, in which a child is conversing with his country, imagining how things haven't changed yet.



From dawn to dusk,
from smiles,
to painful miles,
that hides you in shame,
that covers you in the voices of blames,

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