Sharmeen Azam
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Dunes of the Sahara cannot muster
the clouds to be generous and
Pour its sorrow-ridden soul
Over the parched lips of the earth.
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What is a man to do,
poverty his life-long partner?
Scorching sun overhead,
sultry weather makes his sweat worthless.
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Contrasts of ideology defines mankind.
Parables of war
if and when they unite.
How con(trite) the human mind,
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What is a poet who can’t write about love?
Essentials of words cannot exemplify,
the essence of adore one pangs for.
Patience, endurance, persistence
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Oh! God Divine,
To a mountain cavern I want to flee,
far from the fallacies of
this worldly sin.
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Silence is beautiful in a world full of noise.
Deafened blind mutinies from the abyss
for a blast.
Like the sea floor hidden in obscurity,
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Pearl awakes from the zenith of slumber,
radiant beauty adorns a finger.
Realized not she would live a hectic life,
precious no more will she be.
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Silence raptures into song, as
loneliness walks into the light.
A beautiful time I was awakened,
your pathway leading into mine.
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What a waste on life power of insanity reeks,
on a soul innocent -
not of its own making.
Shadow of self-confinement, with
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How do I know what I feel is true?
Every thought, vision, calling
makes me question,
How did I get to where I am now?
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Destination riddled with mountains,
what lies on the other side I know not.
Climb and tread over its range I must,
for glory or defeat my fate, my luck.
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From the cascading tears falling like pearls,
mine eyes gleam in the rapture of your love.
Sweet serenade glossing in the winds,
driving pang’s heartbeat away.
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How do I contend?
Have a prayer on my lips
and hypocrisy in my heart.
Question the essence
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Take a moment, take a step back,
Take a look around, take a breath.
Look for what you least see
life, liberty, justice; laws on paper
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The Best Poem Of Sharmeen Azam
Lonely Tear
Dunes of the Sahara cannot muster
the clouds to be generous and
Pour its sorrow-ridden soul
Over the parched lips of the earth.
A hapless and helpless armor of a girl
cannot confide in the heavens
for a shower of tears.
Her eyes stopped feeling,
Her senses now deceive her,
Her thoughts are clouded; her touch is gone,
Her words don’t bear any meaning.
Tears come forth
With pain in the heart.
What do the eyes shed
when there is no tear to fall?
The pleasure of relief does not come
Because the pain remains,
In the sorrow-ridden soul
without a river to run.
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4/25/2024 8:58:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Sharmeen, Your poems are epitomes of the passionate intensity that you probably grew up with in your Urdu-speaking country. Sometimes you kind of yield to unfulfilling the proper quota of careful attention that is needed for the birth of every poem. Anyway, you are certainly a poet who I think will take poetry as seriously as any great one often does. Sofiul Azam