Poems by Syedah Maryam Iqbal
The butterfly jeopardized her soul for survival
Giving power to her wings waiting for the savior’s arrival
It looked towards the stars staring at her as a rival
She was not one of them and not even a tribal
Feeling so secluded and violated, she looked towards Nature
Her preoccupation and misery made her lose faith in its portraiture.
Her soul lost its texture and shades
Wanting no more but some aides
That could sharpen its paints and blades
But nothing is free, so there were trades
In having a rivalry with the sky and its creatures
She had to lead a prolonged life with the treachers.
The Creator’s Benevolence
The sun was eloquent in its aggression,
Flaring with full opposition,
Showing its hostility towards the earthlings,
Enforcing an affiliation order to the wind making it feverish,
When the Unrestricted showed it its’ limitation,
It was brought to light, bright light!
There was a thunderous roar with cracking lightning,
As He ordered black broad clouds to cover sun’s hostility.
The sun at once submitted to the creator’s will,
Forgetting all about its arrogance and planned ill,
It just bowed and curtained itself with the clouds that were thunderous,
And equipped to bless all disregarding their being sinners or virtuous.
The feverish wind broke its alliance to the sun,
And supported the clouds to adhere to the creator’s call,
And became a blessing for the earthlings all.
It moved from all directions causing the clouds to thicken more,
It worked tirelessly and vigorously to make sure,
There was no more hostility and nothing to endure.
The thickened clouds could not control the outpour,
And the arid wells, barren lands and parched souls saw a cure.
The showers washed all raw and refined,
The rainbows made everything defined,
The symphony was loud and rhymed,
The creator’s actions were assuring and kind,
Maintaining His hold on the world and humankind,
Promising to keep all bountiful and supplied.