Parvin Shere Poems
- Mom Clinging to your finger, mom, I ventured my first ...
- Silent City Wrapped in the shroud of eternal life, Huddled ...
- Self Deception A crowd of dry-lipped poeple Wanders in an ...
- The Coffin In the torn mantle of dense clouds, The tired sun...
- Iraq Shrouded in stark shadow of death, Sleepless cities ...
- The Towering Ego A lost and lonely wayfarer she was; bereft ...
- Gazal -1 My life without your company, I do not mind the ...
Parvin Shere is a poetess, artist and musician. She was born in India, then migrated to Canada where she has resided for over thirty years. She is married to Professor Syed Waris Shere, a product of Aligarh Muslim University (B.Sc. 1956).
Parvin Shere has been painting for over thirty years and formally developed her talents at the University of Manitoba (Canada) Fine Arts program. Her extensive travel throughout Europe and particularly in developing countries triggered in her a need to enlighten her audience about the dualistic nature of this world. The oppressed has a profound effect on her work. Parvin’s visual art has been exhibited in Canada, United States of America, ... more »
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Clinging to your finger, mom,
I ventured my first steps:
Learned to make difficult turns,
On the tortuous walks of life;
And when I stumbled you gave me the will,
To raise my self in a hurry.
A deep sea of love you are,
A shade tree in the midst of desert
Soft warmth of life's sunshine,
Like the cloud providing shade
From the blistering summer sun,
Beneath the comfort of your beautiful branches
I closed my hurtful eyes and rested,
Your cool shadow felt like a raindrop's kiss
On a body burning in the sun.
Many a phase of ...