The Girls From My Village

Robust , pretty and with long curls

My village has such amazing girls

Their hearts are shiny and clear like mountain streams

They work hard to achieve their dreams

They tend goats , sheep and cows every day

Certainly , they keep the laziness at a bay

When they drink hot milk in big mugs

Their cats get close and give them tugs

The girls enjoy swings high on mango trees

Sun kisses their faces and so does breeze

When they wash their sturdy cows with the big hose

The favorite calf nods his head and gets close

With so many talents , even good at their studies

These girls keep their promises and die for their buddies

Mothers take pride in the cooking of their daughters

Each morning they fix breakfast for their fathers

Then they get applaud from their brothers

To get the blessings , girls prepare hookahs for the grandfathers

Swimming in the stream nearby is their play time

When they walk, the bells of their anklets do chime

The homes burst with fun, humour and laughters

For those ,who have such loving daughters

If there is a wedding their dance charms the crowd

Friends keep smiling and fathers feel proud

Their hearts so simple , a sad movie can make them cry

The next moment they would be laughing and tears would dry

Such lovely , intelligent, bright and kind

These girls are richly blessed with gifts of mind

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Poem by Ruqia Ismat

Tuesday , Oct, 18 ,2022.

These are my relative girls from our ancestral Village . All daughters of my cousins

The Night You Left Me

The night you left me, will be part of my whole being forever

The moment you turned your back on me

The moon went away to hide

The hour you stepped out of my home , I met my old self

The time you turned into total stranger saying ” I don’t know you anymore

I embraced the best friend in me

In a series of painful changes

I welcomed my metamorphosis

God came down to hug me’

when you broke the most sacred bond between us

The hour you declared me as nobody

And left me staggering on my heavy feet

I found my invincible heart and unwavering faith in myself

Poem; by Ruqia Ismat

Sunday , Aug 28, 2022

Little dude at my home. The size of my finger nail. In the close up looks a giant. When I released it, it ran back to the place it was hiding.

Earth is our homeland and so to other amazing life.