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Shemaila Mehtab Baig Poem
My dad is my superhero,
no matters he's action skills is zero,
still he is my hero,
when he is around,
i don't fear the crowd,
when he hold my hand,
i don't need any friend,
because he is my best friend,
i don't fear,
when he is near,
he always motivates me,
he is not the actor,
but to make me laugh he makes funny factor,
he never let me give up things,
push me up and make my wings,
when he hugs me,
there is relief in me,
my dad is always with me,
he hides his pain,
but always with me when i am in vain,
he listen to me.. no matters m talking senseless,
i talk to him fearless,
he guides me,
he protects me,
he cares about me,
more than this..
my daddy loves me..!!
Copyright © Shemaila Mehtab Baig | Year Posted 2015
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Shemaila Mehtab Baig Poem
MY MOTHER
When I look into the past,
I remember my mother's fast,
She keeps giving us food,
but not let herself eat it,
and ask me to have it,
she never show her tiredness,
to keep us happy she show her face painless,
she sleeps sleepless nights,
everyday for us she keeps fights,
she fight with sun,
in whch her skin gets burn,
she fight with rain,
in which she hides her pain,
she fight with cold breeze,
but don't let us freeze,
in her arm,
i feel warm,
and don't get me any harm,
her problems doesn't bother her,
but my sickness worry her,
she forgot her illness,
for my fitness,
my mother is iron lady,
for us she is ever ready,
she lost her own dreams,
only to fulfill my dreams,
she is one who hold my hand,
since then she is my best friend,
she taught me to walk,
she taught me to talk,
she can understand my inner chords,
when i was scared,
she has to beared,
when i screamed at night,
she hug me tight,
from her i can't hide my pain,
knowing this she is vain,
she is my angel,
who knows my every angle,
she is my strength not my weakness,
she can see my deepness,
when she comes to her stirckness,
shows herself emotionless,
and like us shows her stubborness,
but still she loves me alot,
cares about me a lot,
my mother is my guide, my friend
and a precious gift from god to me..!!
LOVE YOU MOM!!
Copyright © Shemaila Mehtab Baig | Year Posted 2016
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Shemaila Mehtab Baig Poem
There is a war inside my head,
A thousand things I wish I’d said.
A thousand thoughts I cannot show,
A thousand places I still go.
I smile outside, I play my part,
While something breaks inside my heart.
I say, “I’m fine,” and walk away,
Then fight my thoughts again all day.
One little word can change my mood,
One little silence feels so rude.
One unanswered message late at night
Can turn a spark into a fight.
I question things I shouldn't know,
Searching for reasons, high and low.
I read between each word and line,
Then make their silence somehow mine.
I think of things from long ago,
The doors I closed, the ones I know.
The people I loved, the ones I lost,
The things I wonder what they cost.
I ask myself, “Was I too much?
Did I care too deep, too much?
Did I stay when I should have gone?
Did I hold on for far too long?”
My phone lies glowing by my side.
I type a message, then I hide
The words I wanted to explain,
And leave them somewhere in my brain.
The tea beside me has gone cold,
Like all the things I used to hold.
The room is quiet, the night is still,
But my restless mind refuses to chill.
I close my eyes, but thoughts remain.
They come like thunder, fall like rain.
I fight the memories, wrong and right,
And battles no one sees at night.
They see me laugh, they see me smile,
But never see the war all the while.
Sometimes I don't need words or advice,
I only need someone to stay
Without asking me to explain the day.
So tonight, I'll let the thoughts arrive
And remind myself that I'm alive.
I don't have to solve everything,
Or understand what tomorrow brings.
The war may be loud, the road may be long,
But somewhere inside me, I remain strong.
Maybe I don't have to win
To finally be free.
Maybe peace begins
When I stop fighting
The war inside me.
Copyright © Shemaila Mehtab Baig | Year Posted 2026
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