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Saira Ashraf Poem
Making everything convenient for me
He never wished comfort
He made me happy, in every possible way
Patting his hand over my head,
he had late night stay
As all know, time is cruel,
for it tears everything apart
Time became harsh to me,
as it took my father away
My wrenched heart,
My empty eyes,
My dead soul
all are at the dead end,
of being patient,
of being courageous,
of being alive
I need that cozy sleep, like the one in his arms, so that,
My wrenched heart could beat again
My empty eyes could refill with joy
My dead soul could live more
I pray for him, to be there,
in best place of Heaven
Just like a star, whose shine,
comes from within.
Copyright © Saira Ashraf | Year Posted 2022
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Saira Ashraf Poem
Father's love is unique for every daughter
That makes her confident, vigor and stronger
He is the one giving all his powers
Making her daughter smile by the blessings he showers
No alternative of him could be ever found
He is indeed the treasure buried under the ground
He is like a burning candle giving away his light
Carving the path to walk and clearing the sky for flight
His love is godly that is free of cost
He serves us like guest and considers himself a host
But my life has become dark since he had gone
I can't find that love and mercy he had shown
I wish he had lived more to love me with gentlemanly charm
And protect me from every trouble and harm
He is sleeping deep there in his grave
No one is here to make me strong and brave
Dad! please come to my dream, I want to see you
You are my hero and yes I love you
May God bless His Mercy upon you over and over
May you rest with peace in Heaven forever.
Copyright © Saira Ashraf | Year Posted 2022
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Saira Ashraf Poem
A girl with a heavy mind
Does not speak and act as a blind
No light and stars she wishes for
Empty eyes, fearing to suffer more
Scattered thoughts with no sense
Makes her cry and more tense
Death is the thing she wants
Hoping for the peace that Earth grants
Wishes to be buried with huge grace
Leaving no clues to get her trace
Grave, to her, is just like a treasure
A place to enjoy an eternal pleasure
The pleasure of which she remained deprived
Must be telling God how hard she strived
Copyright © Saira Ashraf | Year Posted 2022
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