Rizwana Sultana Poems

When the rice fields whisper,
And the kids play and laugh,
Glancing at a cow or bull,
Or a cute timid calf,
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Falling from the mountain range,
With my full force,
I bathe the rocks and pebbles.
Following my never-ending course.
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Being a bright hot ball,
Yellowish, golden,
For centuries I am hanging,
In the sky, since times, olden.
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Sitting on the wall,
My sweet and fair neighbor,
The Iraqi boy, Abdullah,
Cheeks, so chubby, like rubber.
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Since I was a tiny sapling,
Till I transformed into a mighty tree,
I am fixed in one point,
Whatever the weather may be.
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A timid and elegant,
Spry little critter,
Always excited and active,
While scampering hither and thither.
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I am the only tool,
Of earning people's credibility,
Use me every time,
If you want reliability.
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Smile- the amicable word,
So friendly does it sound
How decent does it appear,
A smiling face, when found!
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Burning its wick,
Shrinking its size,
It wails and wails,
And mourns and cries,
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Though lonely, though poor
Not lonely was she,
Amidst colorful nature
Calmness and extrinsic beauty.
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