Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai


She Was Happy - Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

Princess Happiness does not meet us alone,
So sad sounds sonnet of this sojourn’s tone
That Happiness has become frightened deep,
Often she is disturbed in her sound sleep.
Laughter, the crude form of pleasure, comes out
Who, in the pub of glass menagerie, is a lout.
Ambient Air does not welcome pleasant scent
For each healthy change it shows resentment.
She was happy like a spring blossom
It seemed no tension lived in her bosom.
Her smile was natural like ripples of lake
With anxiety she had no give and take.
But where the font of her soul’s pleasure was
Without two legs, she was just like a vase.
Behind a man on a bike she was sitting
“I don’t fall”, she said. So fast her seating.
She seemed to have no sense of her lost legs
Precious legs seemed to be but moving pegs.
Her great heart conquered a surging defeat,
Man in his heart can defeat each defeat.

Topic(s) of this poem: life


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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 27, 2015



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