The Gold Trophy
She was bathing in a gold tub
Filled with money!
She was his queen
Long before he became elected
As he was a king of his trades!
She was a beauty queen
When she caught his first glance
In an attire of a peacock
feathers with rainbow and coins
Pencil thin with busty busts
Like a gold trophy
Waiting to be won!
Her eyes were like emeralds
And he was a gem smith...
But before that, she came
From a humble beginning.
They had both wed previously
Too late they found solace
In each other's arms
And what they desired most
She the money,
He the golden trophy!
Crescent Foul!
Drama
(Folk story in a poem)
Like the arrow of love
Pierced in my heart
Opened to reveal
The Pandora shine
And dangling charms of
The polished Sterling
Silver heart
The new moon
Like a delicate
Round bladed knife
Has cut in two pieces
The mask of happiness
I kept on all my pains
Unveiled the hurts
And sorrow to the world
Of Artemis' heart
Comes on the silver chariot
Of new moon
Found in the wilds
Glowing the Amazons.
An eternal virgin
After disloyalty of Orion
Became Diana!
NAILA HINA
Dr NAILA HINA: Pakistan. Former Engineering University Instructor, an international award-winning author of hundreds of multilingual books, a poet from Karachi, Pakistan. Best Writer of the Decade, editor, translator. Literary Colonel at StoryMirror. Recommend for Nobel Prize for Literature.
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