Welcome To Pakistan

Welcome To Pakistan short poem

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Serene azure skies, dewy grasses and towering trees
Divine, soothing and gentle is the forenoon’s breeze
So fragrant is our soil, and couth is every rain
Sightseers here buoyant on their visit remain
The sun when yellows the unlit shadowy sky
Words of Allah’s highness a hundred birds cry
The Jasmines bow down in respect of their Lord
And He to each of His slaves presents a big reward
The crescent and star that you in our flag can see
Show our progress, our light of the highest degree
The early birds when chant our national anthem
Quaid-e-Azam from the heavens twinkles at them
An exquisite blessing is what we call every guest
A cup of aromatic tea is the drink here that’s best
So fashionable, so trendy are the suits overseas
But classier is our national dress Shalwar Kameez
Kurtas, ghararas, dupattas embellish the ladies
And scarlet, shimmery lehengas the brides please
When two inseparable amours finally tie the knot
Three merry ceremonies hold that are dull not
Plump ghagras and frocks swirl, bangles chime
And men with their fiery dances make the rhyme
The bride in the end hides tears within her veil
And towards another river of life sets she sail
The last embraces then takes she of her family
While the Lord gently unlocks her new life’s key
Dear visitor, tie on the Pakistani friendship band
A very warm welcome to my glorious motherland

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Muhammad Farhan Ahmed

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I was born in Rawalpindi, Pakistan. I started writing at the age of 11. I am a passionate poet and I use the power of my heart and my imaginations to write poems. I've been writing poetry for five years. I initially wrote free-verse poetry but I was inspired by William Wordsworth's poems and then I switched to rhythmic poetry. I am a poet of emotions and sentimentality. I embellish my thoughts and ideas by adding several metaphors, idioms, and similes. In 2013, I participated in an inter-school poetry competition in which I was awarded the first prize. I'm hoping to publish a book which compiles up all my poems, called ''Farhanite''. In my opinion, being a poet is like living in a world of dreams and inner visualizations, that you turn into words adorned by beautiful metaphors, similes, idioms, and rhymes. Poetry is a tool that completely changes your personality, your style, your ambitions, and in short, you.
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Kavita Jain

o my god so beautiful , only a poet heart can affirm humanity is same on the both side of border,love speaks the same language and from a loving heart spirit of friendship flows ,love reading your poem so beautiful can feel every word


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