A toy, I cry for one to play One with sound, merry and gay Take mamma’s spoons and her pots Cling clang, cling clang, it
Author: Lamiya Basheer
Lamiya Basheer is a software engineer by profession. She loves writing poems and short stories. She hails from 'God's own country', Kerala, currently residing at Dublin with her family.
Weeping Womb and Me
No white, I screamed, about to choose My dress to wear, so much annoyed It’s that off time, of month again An idle life lay
As He Caresses
While I flip leaves of my album, he nears My Nostalgia, being a gentle breeze “Let me take you there”, I hear in my ears
Lust for Love
Stories hidden in her swaying hair, Face like a rose, charming and fair; But deep eyes yelled out her despair Staring blank at a walking
The Admirers
I’ve got a massive fan page, millions follow I’m the master, towards me their faces twirl Call them my children, upon me, they wallow I
Evolutions
I stand still, I’m awestruck, when you change When wind has blown and turned your page I’m stupefied, you suddenly swifted, which Held my breath
Her Abode Forever
She has an abode apart from her home Where her memories do cuddle up like a cat She flew like a kite with broken string
For it was Love!
“My love I will die for you, If you remain in your cage” He repeated, and she fell for it, For she was blind in
Independence Day
Waving relentlessly, atop Our trichromatic flag Held high. We stand, marvel at it unstop Salute without lag Thereby. Our nation’s independence We do commemorate Proudly
The Unheard Plea
Shattered to pieces, in vain, I gather them to bleed The empty walls yell They make the same noise, one of agony indeed As if
Bond Beyond a Title
I can’t tolerate her cries anymore. I can’t withstand even momentary trouble happening to my Sarah. How can she bear the labor pain? More than
Cease the Combat
This war, the cries that roar, the agonies wore The Blood that pour, on the field, go shield Yield the peace. Countless death, groundless reasons
