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? "

Teddy's Farewell - Poetry by Neelum Afridi

"Teddy's Farewell"

There ran a teddy bear, 

stumbled over a stone, 

looked up he, found

a girl laughing. 

The girl was alone

in the jungle. 

Teddy took her hand, 

promised to lead her. 

Teddy was with her

they chuckled and played, 

slowly traveled they,

took every step together. 

Teddy was lazy,

girl was steady, 

an odd combination, 

now were buddies.

In little time they, 

made a home in

their hearts, for each other,

to them, days were ephemeral. 

Sun rose, it faded, 

Moon shun, Stars appeared.

This is how passed the

course of clock, unaware. 

Forgot they that

he was a Teddy, 

the girl was a she. 

With news, once rose the sun's heat.

Teddy told the girl,

“jungle has ended, 

I kept my promise, 

now lead your traces.”

Cried the girl,

protested she.

But, alas! every rise has a fall, 

every meeting, a farewell.

As You Separate - Poetry by Neelum Afridi

"As You Separate"

Clouds were heavy, 

Still would curb

Not to burst,

Rambled to lighten

The heft.

Cracked the clouds, 

Couldn’t constrain,

Dripped the rain, 

Heavily it abate.

Clouds acclaimed,

"It's not 

The rain

But

The tears,

As you separate."

Cackle of Dawn - Poetry by Neelum Afridi

" Cackle of Dawn"

Flick flit butterflies,

bright is the sun above,

sprouted new buds below,

rivers danced with a flow.

Birds swinging all along,

streets around all echoed,

with the children who guffawed,

blowing is the breeze of love.

Bees clapping their palms,

With the sunflowers that sing,

songs so sweet of peace,

scents of the earth accompanied.

 Here is no grief,

Departed have all the agonies,

whisking off the dusk,

as cackles aloud the dawn