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Best Poems Written by Sidra Firdous

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He and Horizon

In some distant valley,on a mountain's peak
     Sat a girl with arms around her knees
     Had anyone ever seen her so petrified?
     Something he provoked seemed to die

     She stared at horizon,shuddered in cold
     Her heart was so tired and grown too old
     One after another,she dropped a tear
     Her soul was screaming but he couldn't hear

     Then for once,she admired the settling sky;
     The dark and distressed clouds just moved by
     It was so lovely,so beautiful to be cleared;
     Imprisoned by her thoughts,she too wished to be spared

     The orange,the blues had mingled into one soul,
     So many delights made the horizon whole
     The unknown territories had mixed into a blessing
     But moon and stars were the only one messing

     She loathed the sight of night covering by
     Her heart and horizon were still in a dive
     She needed light to think,to reveal
     The presence of love might let her heal

     The horizon decided to end this show,
     It took her breath away to see it go
     The horizon had stolen away her answers
     And moon and stars were the only left dancers

     She stared at the sky and the moon shined in her face,
     It was so bright and elated,it beheld her beloved's grace
     The moon was the only one watching her cry:
     Should she give up and let her feelings die?

     The moon seemed infuriated at her strange thoughts,
     Clouds had came in and moon had refuge sought
     She felt dejected,neglected and pained;
     It reminded her of her beloved who nearly did the same

     She had been abandoned as if she's lied
     And then she was told that no explanations were required
     No answers to questions;Did he love her or not?
     Just at that moment moon had subject bought

     Shining at her face,it told her a story
     The clouds have moved away as if it was her glory:
     "Wait my love until I reach the skies,
     Keep your love strong and don't let it die"
 
     "Dreams and victories are not made of clay;
     They don't serve you success in some golden tray"
     It was the voice of her love,she knew by heart
     Without any horizon,she now knew where to start

     Even if earth turns black and blue,
     She would love him with a heart very true
     Nothing would set them apart,
     Because even the distant moon's light never dart

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Sing Me, My Love

Melt me in your lullabies;
Sing me, my love , like days and nights

Know! I am the voice of a lost soprano,
Sing me, my love, like chords of piano.

I dance in strings, and songs you sing.
Sing me, my love, like flying wings.

Follow my shadow, stalk my tune,
Sing me, my love, like a melodious rune! 

Call me from the floor of heart,
Sing me, my love, like a work of art

Compose me as your rhythm sublime,
Sing me, my love, like you are mine..

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The Terrorist

Our eyes blacken by sins,
But our lips curve in a malicious grin¬¬
Ah! So easily we slice another man’s skin.

Hidden in the dark, we are dipped in grace,
But our aura! Oh, it sure leaves a trace,
Disappearing from light, we saddle into space

We come from the hunt,
To our mighty palaces affront;
Of the gardens of bloody stunts.

So many are killed by our filthy hands
And yet, with pride, we stand,
Devastating is our presence in your holy land!
 
Whatever we do, we do it for a reason,
We make our lives a heavenly season:
We blaze your homes so you won’t commit treason

To assassins we belong--
The Eager blood seeker and ethically wrong:
But Oh! We live between the walls very strong


Accept the defeat as we are the mighty,
We squash the flowers sown by you so tightly,
Drop your hopes or we’ll bomb you quietly.

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Save My Earth

In the haze of big bang,took a planet birth, Blue was her religion,green was her culture.
Clean was the soil,fresh was the air,
No sight of trouble,the days seemed clear

Then came up a specie centuries after.
Man was the title,soil was his origin.
The lonely lands stayed no longer bare,
"Bless you oh human",was the earth's sweet prayer.

They shared days and nights,
The earth nurtured man;strengthened him up.
She gave everything,keeping nothing in share,
It was a bond of love,it was a bond of care.

The Tables would turn once in a while.
Earth kept changing its shape with years passing by.
But Man was busy enough to focus elsewhere,
Earth didn't complain but felt a little bizaare.

The Time kept changing its phases,
So did the man's attitude and motives
Lost was the bond between earth and him somewhere,
Left was no emotion and nothing to hear.

Civilized was what man was becoming,
He wasn't just blood and flesh but brains.
Even he would try to get earth ensnare,
Earth was now furious and it was no funfair.

The present era is the man's triumph.
He exploits earth till he gets his soul fed.
Poor Earth has no control over her despair,
and by god,oh man,she wouldn't spare.

Man has tested her patience and calm.
It was a dangerous game to play with earth.
He distroyed her to become a multimillionaire,
'She ll take revenge'is now his biggest fear.

Wake up oh man from the dreams of heaven.
Stop finding other homes when u Dont repair yours.
Save my earth,is what's your dare,
Before she tears apart and turns into a hellish nightmare.

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Flowers That Died In Wane

The thunder crackled like a hound in pain,
And the air was filled with misty grains, 
Some evil spirit had stepped on their gardens, 
Breaking the flowers that died in wane

The people were lying in the bony arms of terror, 
The sky was filled with screeching clatter, 
There was no one to save the innocent cradles 
They bled to death and their homes were shattered

The cherished land became a bleeding ground, 
For those who were dead and those still abound, 
They longed to see the flags of green, 
But their cries of help were brutally drowned

Their eyes were shadowed with tears so red, 
They couldn't look back and wouldn't move ahead, 
The sky was screaming with thousands of souls 
While their possessors were simply lying beneath dead

The smoky greys had turned them blue, 
Their hopes had dashed and hearts became crude 
The leaders ensured the safety of every ant, 
Those promises and oaths, Were they all actually true?

They waited until their breaths were to last, 
And then they heard yet another blast, 
The bombs fall out of sky like droplets of rain, 
The destruction spread like a drought over grass

The children mourned for those they lost, 
And mothers and widows dropped tears as a cost- 
For nothing they had done to harm someone else, 
But the hearts of enemies were all but frost

The light of the day had become a mystery, 
But then someone came for the sake of ancestry 
They were aided and taken to a safer haven, 
But bloodshed and war was still their history

A ray of hope were they trying to find,
A meaning of life, after their minds got blind, 
They sowed the flowers again in their gardens, 
To grow a more stable and civilized mankind

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Transformation

In the cracking land of a dessert's mouth,
A flower felt a rolling drought.
Cutting it's own leaves and petals,
It writhed in thirst as a dying trout.

Praying from it's diminishing sprout,
for a hovering blessing, a single cloud!
It fell limp! Begged and wailed:
"End the curse; this scorching flout!"

And moisture, it's love, then shamelessly avouched:
"Kill your wait, start living without!
I nourish a place that makes me proud.
This love for me shall end in drought!"

The flower heard in helpless slouch,
Obeying, it grew needles to grouch!
The flower that which love was about,
Turned by pain into a cactus of drought!

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Why and I

Why pondering over past
When my life would never last 

Why crying for the love
When my heart is a dove
 
Why waiting for him
When chances are so dim

Why combating my life
when I can make a dive

Why pinching my heart
When I can take a start

Why scourging my soul
When I can make a goal

Why squandering my years
When I can learn to bear

Why wailing in my mind
When I'm so short of time

Why misleading myself
When wisdom is on my shelf

Why boiling my blood
When life is not that tough

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The Fruitful Tree

A swarm of longings flanking like bees
around the tree that once stood free

Stole it's fruits, shoots were torn,
It stood bare while the bees scorned

Bees needled around the shred roots-
as nails hammered in the hooves

Ate the roots, sucked the life,
No breath was left, no branch to survive

The bareness, The death and cause so small,
A tree of fruit is victim to all

A wave of wind then slightly kicks,
Feeling no brown but only bricks

Never it saw this eerie sight,
The fruitful tree fell off the might..

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In the Middle of Haze

In the middle of haze,I once fell on the ground.
Someone caught me,
They were your arms,Your grace
In the middle of haze I wish I had never seen your face.

I was trying to pull you out of my head,
Or i was going to get my heart dead.
But i gave up my glorious days,
And in the middle of haze I wish I had never seen your face.

You were an angel from heaven,You were a devil from hell.
You were an unopened book that had nothing to tell.
But i followed you without any clue or trace,
And in the middle of haze I wish I had never seen your face


You were my life,my lover,my friend
To our kingdom there was going to be no end.
But Suddenly everything blew into space.
And in the middle of haze I wish I had never seen your face.

My pride was tattered,My dreams fell apart
I know you betrayed me,I know this in my heart
But your are the guilty so why should my soul blaze?
And in the middle of haze I wish I had never seen your face

Dieing happily takes good past,
Some memories fade,some may last.
But even in your grave my soul will chase,
And in the middle of haze I wish had never seen your face

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The Song of June

She stopped amid her lonely walk,
 to heal her hopes as rain dropped.
 Singing the song of careless June,
 The rain drummed down the streets, 
 covering yards of lifeless heaps.
 Then, it tickled her bare arms,
 embracing her against the harm, 
 puddles engulfed her static feet-
 like a child holding onto mother's knees.
 Each drop caressed her skin,
 filling the gaping cuts within ,
 Mist bathed her soul,
 making it once more, whole 
 Rain cleansed her hands off blame,
 rubbing wounds of stinging shame,
 Erasing memory,
 Erasing for once, her existence..
 then breathing back Life!
 Making her dance to it's tune,
 Rain sang the song of June,
 Rain sang the song of June..