Ayesha Riaz

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

Moon My Hero - Poem by Ayesha Riaz

One of those nights,
It was brisky outside,
In an empty room,
On an empty chair,
She sat with her eyes locked somewhere,

Somewhere in the welkin,
of a blanket of cluster,
And the gleaming Moon,
With all her jitters,
She kept gazing the moon of aspiration,
With all the intrepidity,
From her noise to white stillness,

Thinking about her mopes,
her mournful days, her so so big dreams,
A tear rolled down her cheeks,
Gazing the beauty of nature,
had given her courage,
to seek for a new day,
But thinking has always been easier,
What matters is believing,
And that she still tries, how can she endure one,
When there are many to go?

Moon is her hero,
And she is me,
I find myself in her!

Written on 12/12/10

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Comments about Moon My Hero by Ayesha Riaz

  • Luis Estable (9/5/2011 1:45:00 PM)

    What I like in this poem is the discipline in the line writng. They all begin and end well, enclosing a single idea. Well done in this respect!

    I had a bit of trouble grasping the meaning of the moon as a hero, if so; why so? Are you not stretching the meaning or thought here. Just an observation from me.

    You have some good poetry in some of the wriing, and in the general I believe you have done all-right.

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    The best to you!
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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 5, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, September 5, 2011


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