Waheeda Yasin ( Narowal,Sialkot) is a published poet featured on platforms such as Raven Cage Zine,The Bosphorus Review of Books,Poetic Essence Publications,Double Speak ,The Wordsmith etc.In her perspective, a poet is someone truly in love with language; consequently ,She delights in knitting her threads of thought  into words within the “ Inking world.”Additionally, She was titled “ Best Writer of the Year 2023,” by Poetic Essence Publications. Email: waheedayasen@gmail.com

 

The Sheen of Frost

A fabulous frosty morning,

Thick screen of fog to and fro,

Serene surrounding ,I trow.

 

Frosty fog wrapping everything,

Like a smooth,soft blanket,

Nu,still some lads playing cricket.

 

A poor little girl,shivering with cold,

Sans sweater and with rattling teeth,

Yells with agony. . . no fabulous fog!

 

For me and for The Have nots,

With empty pockets and no roof__

Considering ourselves only aloof.

 

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 herculean 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.

 

 

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.