A sneeze, a cough.
Rises panic in the air.
It’s not you,
A certain virus is to be blamed.
Category: Poems
Creamy Mornings
He plopped a dollop of cream
In her hot mug of morning coffee
Making it all the more heavenly.
Her beauty, a marvel
To the artists’ eyes.
But every night,
She cried herself to sleep
Coz her love was blind.
Of a Lady
To paint her portrait
She studied her, carefully.
Her gaze, a wildfire.
Spring
A little red bird
Flew in and sang
Sweet songs of spring.
Dancing Flame
She fell asleep
While the dancing flame
Of the candle
Burned all night
By her side.
Journey
Long endless road
Rising sun on the horizon
I drive towards it.
Tempted
Lured into a bakery
By the warm smell of bread
& roasted coffee beans.
Blush
Her powdered cheeks
A gush of wind
Caused her to sneeze.
War Scene
On a bloodied war field
A breeze of sand buries
The deserted bodies.
Nuraine Sadaf 