Poem by Syedah Maryam Iqbal
Dreaming of Peace
Dreaming a world without drones
Who are ravenous for living bones.
There are heaps and heaps of clones
Hovering in skies of faceless warzones.
We all yearn for peaceful homes
Devoid of any ostentatious thrones.
The world is frightened of nuclear cyclones
That can rip apart all identified and unknowns.
Violence appears to exist in our commanding hormones,
We should assemble all regarded as worthless gnomes
To make the commanding realize that we are gemstones,
Interested in peace everywhere and not tombstones.
Night Sky is Dramatic
As I lie down under the sky witnessing comradeship with Nature,
I see, the night sky is dramatic.
There is a whole drama happening on the sky.
Clouds are running after one another, by and by,
Some mammoth, some small, but the race goes on,
Moon is peeping through the gaps between those runnings,
The stars also get a chance to see the earthlings.
Winds interfere with the moving clouds,
Disjointing them and connecting them,
Altering their cotton shapes into one form or another,
The scene appears so enthralling and absorbing,
That my eyes never desire to break the spell,
I want the drama to get into my eyes as well,
And make them dramatic as the night sky.