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Kashaf Ul Eman Poem
Let's motivate ourselves with our dreams,
In the fields we’ve chosen, following our streams.
Want to become a doctor like me?
Oh, I aim to save lives, that’s the key.
An engineer? To create something new,
I'll have no regrets, only victories to view.
A chartered accountant? Tough, but funny,
One day, you'll manage all the money.
Remember your dream, hold onto your goal,
Believe you’re the best for your role.
If the world calls you foolish for a fall,
Know it’s the start of your success call.
Wait for the movie of life to unfold,
And soon, they’ll call you wise and bold.
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The sun rose gently, soft and warm,
But the house feels quiet, missing her charm.
Eid mornings filled with light and grace,
Now hold echoes of her smiling face.
She'd sit by the door, hands soft and old,
A shawl wrapped tight against the cold.
Her eyes would shine with joy anew,
As we lined up, eager for what we knew.
A crisp ten-rupee note, folded with care,
Slipped into our hands with a loving stare.
To the world, it was small – just a simple bill,
But in our hearts, it holds value still.
We’d run and laugh, feeling so grand,
That tiny treasure safe in hand.
To her, it wasn’t the amount she gave,
But the love and blessings that she saved.
Now Eid arrives, but she’s not here,
Her absence is sharp, yet love draws near.
I close my eyes and I can see,
Her gentle smile, watching over me.
The ten rupees may fade away,
But the memories will always stay.
Her kindness lingers, soft and deep,
A love eternal, ours to keep.
So as we gather, side by side,
We know she’s with us, full of pride.
And every Eid, in hearts and prayer,
We found our great-grandmother there.
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In the quiet of the darkest night,
When hope seems lost from our sight,
A whisper rises, soft but true—
We are not alone; I stand with you.
Through storms that break the tallest trees,
And winds that bring us to our knees,
The power of hands joined tight,
Can turn the darkest hour into light.
Our hearts may break, our spirits fall,
But together we rise, standing tall.
In each other’s eyes, we find the strength,
To heal the wounds, to go the length.
For unity is a flame that burns,
It flickers, yes, but always returns.
A bond that no force can erase,
A shared heartbeat, a shared grace.
So when the world feels too much to bear,
When the weight of sorrow fills the air,
Remember this: we’re not alone—
In unity, we find our home.
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She rises with the morning sun,
A warrior’s heart, a battle won.
Through storm and silence, light and shade,
She builds the world, yet stays unswayed.
Her hands have shaped both stone and sky,
Yet whispers doubt still pass her by.
But let them fade, for she is strong,
A force of love, a battle song.
Not bound by chains, nor fear, nor past,
She dreams, she dares, she speaks at last.
For every voice once hushed away,
She stands, she shines—she leads the way.
So here’s to her, today, always,
Not just in words, but lasting praise.
For every woman, bold and free,
The world is hers—so let it be!
Happy International Women’s Day!
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Through the dark, I find my way,
Night may linger, but not stay.
Every scar, a tale I keep,
Mountains move where shadows sleep.
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When silence breaks with a siren's cry,
And ash clouds darken the morning sky,
Two nations rise with wrathful might,
Blind to peace, prepared to fight.
Where rivers flowed through fields so wide,
Now burn with rage on either side.
Flags once fluttered in monsoon air,
Now mark the graves of young laid bare.
The tanks roll in, the bombers fly,
The missiles arc across the sky.
Steel and fire tear the dawn apart,
Each strike a wound to the human heart.
And then the flash — a blinding white,
Day turns to dusk, and noon to night.
Mushroom clouds in dreadful bloom,
Cities fall in silent gloom.
No victors left, no songs to sing,
Only echoes of what war will bring:
Children charred, and mothers weep,
Fathers buried in endless sleep.
The air is poison, the soil is dead,
The living envy those who bled.
No border now, just common pain,
Shared by the ash and acid rain.
What was it for — this fatal pride,
That turned the world to suicide?
India, Pakistan — names now lost,
To power's game and mankind’s cost.
Oh leaders drunk on hate and fear,
Is this the glory you held dear?
Let this be written, carved in stone:
Peace is a seed, war reaps a tomb.
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Beneath the sky so vast and blue,
A world of wonder calls to you.
With mountains tall and oceans wide,
It’s ours to love, not just to bide.
The whispering trees, the rivers that run,
The golden fields beneath the sun,
All speak a truth we can’t ignore,
This planet’s life is at our core.
But storms now rage, and glaciers cry,
Smoke hides the stars from the twilight sky.
We’ve carved and burned, we’ve torn apart,
What once beat strong in nature’s heart.
Yet in our hands, there lies a flame,
A power fierce, yet free of blame.
To heal, to grow, to rise anew,
The choice is ours in all we do.
So plant a seed, and raise your voice,
Protect the earth, it is our choice.
Together strong, we face the hour,
Our planet thrives through human power.
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To hands that toil from dawn till night,
In sun's harsh blaze or fading light,
You build the world we proudly see,
With silent strength and dignity.
You mend the roads, you sow the land,
With weathered skin and calloused hands.
Your sweat is ink on history's page,
Your spirit—brave, no gilded cage.
No marble hall, no silver throne,
Can stand without the stone you've thrown.
Each brick you lay, each crop you tend,
Is proof of love that doesn't bend.
You are the heart, the pulse, the flame,
Too long unsung, too often unnamed.
But on this day, we lift you high,
Beneath the flag, beneath the sky.
May justice walk where you have led,
May fair reward meet daily bread.
The world may rest, the rich may play,
Because you rise each breaking day.
For all you've given, all you've done,
For battles lost and victories won,
We thank you now with humbled grace;
The world is better for your place.
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In December's chilling, silent air,
Echoed a grief too great to bear,
Empty chairs, where laughter sat,
A nation's heart, forever flat.
The books lay open, untouched, unread,
Dreams were shattered, tears were shed,
Small hands that held pencils bright,
Now lost forever to the night.
No words could heal the broken cries,
No comfort soothed those weeping eyes,
Yet in their courage, we must see,
The spirit of unity, strong and free.
We hold their memories close, we swear,
To build a world more just, more fair,
O children lost on that cruel day,
In our hearts, you'll always stay.
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Beneath a sky once soft and blue,
Now painted smoke, a darker hue,
The cries of children split the air
A lullaby of deep despair.
The earth, it shakes with fire and flame,
But none can tell the world who’s to blame,
Innocence lies in crimson pools,
While tyrants play with warlike tools.
A mother holds a lifeless hand,
A father searches through the sand,
A baby’s toy, a shattered shoe
Reminders of the life they knew.
The angels weep as souls take flight,
Torn from sleep into the night.
They rise, like stars against the black,
But dreams don’t soar;they’re pulled right back.
For every blast that scorches skies,
Another child stops asking "why."
The sky rains down not hope, but fear,
And silence follows every tear.
Gaza burns, the world turns blind,
Yet echoes linger in mankind.
A prayer for peace, a mournful sound,
As broken hearts fall back to ground.
Let not their deaths be lost in sand,
The blood of Gaza stains our hands.
Speak, until the silence ends,
Till bombs give way to peace again.
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