Poems by Syedah Maryam Iqbal
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.
The Generous Tree
The handsome, generous, tall green tree,
Stood for hundreds of years,
With its massive shade,
And extended hands,
Hugging me with its parental love,
Protecting me against all the odds—
Against the scorching sun,
Against the smashing wind,
Against the salinization of soil,
Against the growing wild weeds,
Against the camouflaged and exposed
Hazards attempting to uproot me.
Its’ continued protection made me strong,
And I never knew that there was much wrong.
One day, It fell down all of a sudden,
Transferring me all the burden,
Leaving me alone,
To become a tree on my own.