Poems by Syedah Maryam Iqbal
A Troubled Soul
A troubled soul often becomes complicated
But this expression cannot be painted
As paint expects abundance of shaded
Colors that are glamorous and aided
But the troubled canvas appears faded
Because of the surroundings that are degraded
However, this complication can be raided
By vivacious and consoling colors that are well contemplated
This way a soul can be saved from getting aggravated
And become a striking painting with all the colors acquainted.
Stubbornness within me
There is certain stubbornness within me
That does not let the hope die within me.
I struggle to fight my failure as well as my pragmatic approach
But I am always dragged to some activism within me.
My falling, my failing, my losing, my ailing,
Nothing keeps enough power to impair my self within me.
My dreams push my soul to aspire for more and more,
But my reality makes me to remain within me.
My dreams are also stubborn like me,
As they always play the challenging strings within me.
Sometimes I feel that I should not be stubborn any more,
But my adversities are unable to lessen the determination within me.