NAILA HINA

NAILA HINA

My Picture Got Destroyed

Before it was made

The picture was weird!

From sun I was seeking shade

My eyes were a fountain from the wind.

It was a weird night of October

The darkness was warm and heavier

A three-sided triangle was made

If they were the two, I was the third

Who was he giving the ring to?

While my finger was on his head

When I awake from obriety I realized

I was ignorant of the conjugal night

I knew it was not possible

I was waiting for flowers in Autumn

Why should I bear the pain again

Why was love a traitor again

How can Venus be the symbol of the Love

Full of conspiracies, beautiful though!

The Wall!

U ask me what do I do

I dance till I drop

And dance again.

Zulqarnain was a great King

He conquered the whole world

Then he found two people

Gog n Magoog

Who created chaos all over.

He built a great Wall

Of SALT, which was

Reaching to the skies.

And which they could not

Cross.

Every day they suck the salt

From the Wall, till evening

And when the sun sets

They say, " only one salt stone is left

We can do it tomorrow."

But when sun rises they see

The Wall is as new as before

Reaching to the skies

So they start sucking the salt again

And the evening comes

And sun sets again

And so on n so forth

It goes on, till the time

When sun will rise from

West.

I do the same!

Dressed In Love 💙

Poem written in Gammo style

Ella was dancing

Her toes never touching

The dance floor

Ball room full of Lighting

Couples rolling and rocking

Aspire to be the best Dancer!

Champagne pop by host

Glasses refilled and toast

Prince was a real charmer!

Then big ban purred

It's twelve O clock.. er!

She ran into the stairs

Where she left a sandal

So beautiful and magical

Made of shining glass!

In dark she disappeared

In love Prince wondered

From towns to kingdoms!

She lost her glamour

But still had fever

One day Prince came

Finally, on her doorstep

Asked all girls to buckle up

The sandal kept in time

It fitted no maiden

All longed to get in

He asked if anyone left

Oh, it's just cinder fella

Known as Cinderella

She is nobody important!

He still insisted

And the shoe fitted

Perfectly on her feet!

Thus, she became queen

And got her place again

Where she always belongs!

NAILA HINA