I am a poetess and article writer
PRAY FOR ME Oh mighty Lord, hear my plea, Grant me strength in times of adversity. As I face hardships and trials unknown,
By BUSHRA TANVIR3 years ago in Poets
When I was a child, small and meek, I’d cower in fear, oh, how I’d shriek! The shadows loomed, they seemed so vast, I couldn’t escape, they’d always last.
In a realm of eternal bliss, my dear, Where Prophet Ibrahim’s presence is near, Under the Lord’s mercy, love, and grace,
Hush, little one, don't you cry, In Mommy's arms, you'll peacefully lie. The moon above, with its gentle glow, Will watch over you as you dream and grow.
In the cradle of her arms, we found solace's embrace, Our dear grandmother, with love's gentle grace. She told us stories, like whispers in the night,
Motherhood, a tapestry of grace, A journey embarked with steady pace. In tender arms, a precious life is held, A treasure untold, in hearts compelled.
In the realm of cherished memories, I tread, Where childhood days danced with joy and grace. Each day a canvas, a tale waiting to be read,
In poetry's embrace, I find solace true, Where words become vessels, carrying my view. A realm where thoughts dance upon the page,
In the realm of self-discovery's embrace, Where authenticity finds its rightful place, A tapestry of souls, a symphony profound,
In the depths of her anguish, her tears fall like rain, A daughter, forsaken, in unbearable pain. Blood relations, once close, now turned a blind eye,
CELESTIAL LOVE HOW BEAUTIFUL IS THAT FEELING I AM IN THE SIGHT OF THY MY WEARY SOUL IS MESMERIZED UNDER THE PERENNIAL SKY
