Aymen Zaheer
Aymen Zaheer
Respected friends, i am from Pakistan, but born and grew up in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia and am part of the Pakistan Writers Club. Automation is my job, but poetry is my passion. Wrote various articles and local community reports that were published in news papers.
Hour 3 : Eternity Now
I just want to be dead
Wish to sleep on my last bed
This world has a fever and fret
Barren land wants to be wet
Eternity is the state of mind
Taste the death if you want it find
Among the masses I am friendless
Waiting for the life; painless, endless
Hour 2 : Yearning for Spring
Love rules me and my heart
Which you captured at the start
The day we met the bounteous day
Fate will and my yearning to obey
An awesome lesson on silent face
That added wonder and some grace
It conjured within me a new life
While pouring the love in hive
The way you said; I love you dear
I peeped into words, not merely hear
The movement, they engrossed with me
Pains turn to fragrance, spread and free
Standing aloof, once I thought
What was I, where I have been brought?
Something radiates me with soundless word
I love you too, you flower, am a bird
In the late April, I strongly felt
Meet my spring and do it melt
Hour 1 : HOPE
The fire of her love
Why makes me cold
Like sea water, so bold
Acts as a protecting glove
The wind of sighs
Ultimate heaps of cries
Enhance the life with emotions
Love is the mother of commotions
On the earth; where we sow
A day will come, together we grow
Introduction
Respected friends, i am from Pakistan, but born and grew up in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia and am part of the Pakistan Writers Club. Automation is my job, but poetry is my passion. Wrote various articles and local community reports that were published in news papers. Ready to participate for 12 hours poetry marathon since its my first time.