Hira Akhtar Poems

When morning wears crown,
with white light of early dawn
When the sun goes down,
and day removes its gown
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I still remember that ghastly night
When a sudden shriek woke me up
With a fear eating me up inside
I ran towards her door
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Night travelling to reach the day
Riding in the chariot
Moon playing hide and seek
Peeping through clouds
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I have a charming little doll
its name is Rose to call

She has curly brown hair
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Tomorrow may be or may not be

Tomorrow may be tough
life's panorama goes rough
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Get up early in the morning
For being fit and healthy its a warning

Saying all the prayers is the way
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A young handsome boy, his youth in full bloom
saw a pretty young girl, a fine dream, came true

The day was so long while he toiled and dreamed
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Days are passing by and by
O Muslims! One day you'll die

Never forget you are mortal
So try to make your life ideal
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Vanquished by a storm of thoughts, so blustery
Struggling to unravel a mystery

A mystery, those could only solve
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I miss you mom whenever I am
at school or at my homework see

I miss your hugs and kisses
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