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Rabia Lodhi

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Lahore, Punjab, Pakistan

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I AM STILL IN SEARCH OF...........

by

Rabia Lodhi

NOTHING HAS CHANGED ATALL
MY HOUSE IS STILL WITH A BROKEN WALL
EVEN NOW THE STARS SHINE AT NIGHT
AND MAKE THE SKY SO CLEAR AND BRIGHT

EVEN NOW THE FLOWERS BLSSOM IN THE SPRING
AND SPREAD FRAGRANCE LIKE A BIRD'S WING
EVEN NOW THE COOL WIND DOES BLOW
IT BLOWS AND CRYSTALLIZES EVEN THE WARM WATER FLOW

EVEN NOW THE COLOURFUL BUTTERFLIES ENJOY FLYING
BUT THIS MYSTIC SCENE MAKES ME FEEL LIKE CRYING
I WAS ONCE A PART OF THIS MYTHICAL LIFE
BUT AUTUMN PLAYED A TRICK ON ME WITH ITS SHARP KNIFE

NOTHING HAS CHANGED ATALL BUT
MY DOOR OF WISHES HAS BEEN SHUT
I JUST WANT TO TOUCH THE SKY
TO FETCH THE ANSWERS OF EVERY WHAT AND WHY

I AM STILL IN SEARCH OF THAT GLITTERING STAR
WHICH SHALL HELP ME PLANT A NEW FLOWER
A FLOWER WHOSE RAINBOW LIKE PETALS SHALL BE MY VEIL
AND I SHALL BUILD MY BROKEN WALL TILL I AM PALE!


HER FINAL JOURNEY

by

Rabia Lodhi

she was suffering from illness & was deathly pale
she was covered with different pipes from foot to nail
there was a sound of some periodic music from the machine
and she was lying there quietly without asking for caffeine

i was standing beside her bed;
and was looking at the bottles ,red
she was lying there without making any noise
the whole atmosphere was sad in the absence of her voice

i looked at her and wiped my falling tear
as she once said"never you cry but always chear!"
then suddenly the tone of the music became veared
the doctors surrounded her and i became scared

they took her to the operation room
i felt as if she was trapped in a doom!
i was crying and praying for her recovery
and had with me her sweet cherishing poetry

then she came out;
promising ,we shall have no more bouts
her lips had turned pale
and finally she went to her dreamdale!!!!

A QUIET CITY

by

Rabia Lodhi

One day I was enjoying a spring morning walk
I came across, a quiet city drowned in fog
I entered its door which had no lock
And saw small houses made of white rock
Each had a white slab and a small lawn
The lawn had some petals and some grass had turned fawn
I realized that this is a city of souls
Who had played in this world their specific roles
I walked around and read all their names
And my eyes were filled with tears and flames
As it was filled with people from old to young
Still their was another house being dug
To make it ready for another one to experience nature’s hug
They all had reached their eternal place
And left behind, their memories as a trace
I could hear their sigh and cry
Though they were screaming yet air was dry
I could hear their shrieks and screams
"Ah! You death, snatched our plans and dreams"
I left that city in a mist all alone
But shall make me visit it, its sad clone!!!