I am a poetess and article writer
My dearest children, hear my plea, As I express my heartfelt decree, One day I’ll bid this world goodbye, At my funeral, please don’t cry.
By BUSHRA TANVIRabout a year ago in Poets
In the realm of language, where wonders unfold, Words have a power, their own stories untold. With energy they surge, like lightning in the night,
Daughters, the greatest blessing from above, Sent to us with pure and boundless love. In the heavens, their beauty does shine,
From Heaven’s grace, I descend, a guiding light, A purpose divine, to aid souls in their flight. In human form, I’m born to embrace the Earth,
DIVINE TREASURE In the stillness of my heart, I sense your embrace, A gentle reminder of your everlasting grace. With every beat, with every breath I take,
In the symphony of nature, as the heavens weep, Listen closely to the sound of rain, soft and deep. Each raindrop's melody carries a tale to convey,
In petals delicate, the rose unfolds, A symbol of beauty, nature's stories told. Amidst the chaos, a plea to heed, Conservation's call, a vital need.
WONDROUS WORLD In twilight’s embrace, where dreams unfold, A tapestry of stars, a sight to behold. Amidst a celestial dance, the moonlight gleams,
In twilight's embrace, where dreams unfold, A tapestry of stars, a sight to behold. Amidst a celestial dance, the moonlight gleams,
Oh Allah, the Almighty, we beseech You, Hear our heartfelt prayers, we implore You. In Your boundless mercy, we put our trust,
SIBLINGS BOND Memories of siblings, a bond so rare, A relationship that no one can compare. What are love, trust, and sacrifice
True faith is deep inside, Beyond the surface, it resides, While external impurities washed away, But hate and ego leave a stain that stays.
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