The dawn unfurls its golden light, Chasing shadows of the night. Eyes flutter open, dreams recede, To greet the day with gentle heed.
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
The naïve observer will mistake this For a scene of diabolical crime But this is not a cruel bite; a kiss Would better characterize this strange time
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
In shadows deep where secrets lie, A truth awaited, veiled in the guise. I sought the light, the hero's call,
I’m on a journey A journey of yearning Is this something I’ve been earning So many days have past Full of reflection Wondering what direction I’m going
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Follow the leads where shadows play, To dawn’s embrace and twilight’s sway, The secrets of the breaking day.
In the warmth of the sun, where joy brightly swayed, We laughed as our worries and troubles allayed. Laughter like music, a melody so pure,
In the weight of the moment, where burdens are bared, The world feels so heavy, and hearts are ensnared. Loaded with dreams, with worries and fears,
In the heart of a nation, dreams unfurl wide, A tapestry woven with threads of pride. From the peaks of the mountains to the ocean's embrace,
In the quiet of dawn, where dreams softly tread, A completed work rests, its journey well-spread. Each line and each verse, a tale finely spun,
A poem is a garden where thoughts gently bloom, In verses that wander, dispelling the gloom. Lines trace the contours of a hidden dream,
In the realm of thought, where the shadows fade, Allama Iqbal's voice a timeless cascade. He penned dreams of freedom with a visionary quill,
In the shadow of moments when strength starts to fray, We find ourselves faltering, in the soft light of day. The heart feels heavy, the spirit ached and worn,
