Poem by

Zeenat Iqbal Hakimjee.


As the child looked with his eyes wide open,

I thought, on innocence I would write a poem;


Unaware of the sins committed by society.

Oblivious of death and calamity:


Playing with a toy gun in the hand,

As if the real one has not harmed the land;


Exist, does a lie, denied,

The solemn truth will always preside;


Early in the morning shall I arise…

To greet with a surprise;


The coin planted in my garden

Shall hurst into a tree?


With the money, chocolates I shall buy

And build a house, Hansel Gretel style


Writer is a poet and has written a book titled  H A R M O N Y a collection of poems.

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