Two Poems
Waheeda Yasen, Pakistan
Insouciant Days
Days of full felicity
Days of absolute bliss
Days of immaculateness
Days of selflessness
Days of naughtiness.
Days of purity of love__
Days of being as innocent as dove
Days of not considering ownself above
Days of being indifferent to straight or curve
Days of being immune to weak or strong nerve.
Days of mesmerizing span__
Days of being careless about spick and span,
Days of making others fan
Days of fascination toward coin flan
Days of memorable childhood span.
Dysania
In winter season,
In long hot cold nights,
Spending a bulk of time,
In watching flicks or reading empowering books,
Then entering the valley of sound sleep,
We often face dysania.
It appears a herculian task,
To get up and do morning walk,
We crave for an extra doze,
With sweet dreams of flying high,
But alas!
Wishes don’t come true,
With sleepy eyes,
We have to gird up loins guys.
To evolve,grow,shine and rise.
Two Poems
Waheeda Yasen, Pakistan