A Mother Cried - English Poetry by Neelum Afridi

"A Mother Cried"

Limpid, lucent, pure, deep, Crystal clear;

Drop fell off those green, hazel eyes.

The eyes of a mother streamed

That river as her youngling's reverie rived.

She descried her youth's red eyes

In those rives.

A mother Cried because her

Moppet cried.

Gratitude - Poetry by Neelum Afridi

"Gratitude"

Gratitude to you,

I know not who! 

Maybe the

arrogant air

with an arrow

so aloof.

Never you knew, 

pages were blued

by quills with clues

of thy moves, 

to compose my tome.

Your mind's eye

is blind to read

that I write.

Nevertheless, I pay

my gratitude,

with a "Who", to you!

Cold Breeze - Poetry by Neelum Afridi

"Cold Breeze"

In the days of loneliness

A cold breeze would blow 

To console my soul.

To accompany me with

 Its cool, stinging blow,

Though cold, yet, warm.

Now, in a throng, 

When all is warm,

I miss that breeze so cold.

An Arrow - Poetry by Neelum Afridi

"An Arrow"

An Arrow

shot from a bow, 

travelling without

any hope.

Asks today

something of

a youthful Soul,

"I know your address, 

may I land on your door? "