All That Glitters Is Gold

Poem by

Zeenat Iqbal Hakimjee.


The morning sun shines through the window,

Making the face beam and glow.


I suddenly feel the urge, to rise and shine.


My feelings take a turn, towards

The lofty and divine,


As I escape the barricade of my bed,

The wasted, whiled hours I now dread.


The sun has injected into me a Potion,

Which makes me want to drive into motion.


The golden globe warms the earth,

Returns the gaiety and the mirth.


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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