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her pumpkin coach was delayed
castle clock struck twelve
once again a chamber maid
the handsome prince was dismayed
she was dressed in rags
her glass slippers were old boots
her hair a disgrace
the prince didn’t give a hoot
he knew that beautiful face
so? what did he do?
i’ll not give you the answer
it is up to you
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Nature held a Beauty Pageant
Guess who was crowned a crest?
A flowery green meadow was the stage and rostrum
Watch who won the contest.
Well, the peacock from India was crowned beauty King
The bird of paradise from New Guinea became Beauty queen.
And last but not least was the Indian tiger, runner up
But care he for beauty that he might as well sup?
And what care any of them
for accolades, crown or cup?
Other contestants were the gorgeous leopards
and the flimsy beauteous butterflies
They'll be crowned
next time around.
For beauty tis rich in supplies.
But nature-lovers alone applauded the flamboyant winners
who gaily stood upon the flora
They did come out with 'flying colors'
Around them nature's beauty an aura.
Miss world bird of paradise yet unaware of her placing
The peacock endowed by God a crown
They might never know of this showcasing
At our staring, gawping, they might just frown!
Then there are those unsung unawarded yet perfect beauties
both among mortals and animals
who join no display contests nor pageants
yet are undeniably glamorous nonetheless
for beauty ain't exclusive
to önly beauty contestants.
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With the brave nerve and poetic verve,
I have viewed martyr place in a daydream,
Almighty allocate, there righteous soul thereafter life,
Marvelous, awesome, splendid paradise it Seem,
Bowing trees of olive, flowing torrents of milk and honey,
Hanging fruits trickling nectar, Queuing castles in row,
No melancholy, pain and beavering away is there,
Take back the reward of deeds that they sow,
Pleased moments, precious time spent in the rogation of Almighty,
Observed happy, contented and joyful faces of all who martyr,
Almighty ennoble them from the rest of world,
We can’t imagine, the honor given to them so higher,
The beneficence of Almighty so vast and measureless,
Encompass the whole world from above to beneath,
He will revivify new life to them after death,
They become the twinkling star on cloud nine zenith.
Shahid Hussain Chouhdry