Ishara Parveen Poems

Breezing through the wind
in the late summer afternoon
my eyes hastened to find
the voice;
...

Deep lay the fountain of secrets
buried at the heart
of a withered old tree
sighing in its old age
...

Windows shut tight
my mind hollow,
sealed off from passer-by
though my soul was-
...

Arrival of dawn
fills me with wonder
and there I stood;
so deep in thought I was
...