Nosheen Irfan Poems

Poetry fills my days
Otherwise dull and drab
Little comfort the sun bestows
Merciless in the summer glow
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When the days are long and wearisome
And heart has died a thousand deaths
The sound of rain is music to ears
Tip-tapping or pounding, it's good to hear
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Golden brown
Crinkled up
Edges torn
Or curled
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They are there
In the morning, in the evening
With stories rustling in their branches
And scars etched on their barks
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The hazy day has nothing to say
Biting cold is numbing my fingers
The traffic smoke feeds the vagueness
Till it becomes the only truth
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A bunch of pink roses
made me forget for a while
the troubles of the world
the aches and the strife
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The rose, dressed in scarlet pride
and the glow of nightly kisses
lifts up her face to the East
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your smile holds me…
as the morning sunshine,
taking the world in its arms
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In the hurry and scurry of life
Soul takes whips, sharp as knife
Heart yearns with an insatiable hunger
For the unreachable, loud as thunder
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Silence is of a new kind
Mingled with chilly exhalation
Of the early dusk
Everything has been written
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