Hina Manzar

Celestial Guides

(A poem dedicated to my late parents )

When dusk unfurls its velvet shroud,

And daylight's gleam is softly bowed,

The stars emerge, a silver fleet,

With twinkling whispers, calm and sweet.

 

They shimmer, sparkle, glow, and gleam,

Adorning night with radiant beams,

Yet more than jewels in the sky,

Their glow directs the wanderer's eye.

 

Across the vast, uncharted sands,

Where desert’s silence softly stands,

Their light becomes the guiding thread,

To lead the lost where dreams are fed.

 

But some stars break, their light subdued,

A silent fall, a change in mood,

Reflecting trials they silently bear,

Yet still they shine, with love and care.

 

Like stars, our parents, bright and true,

With steadfast hearts, they guide us through,

Their wisdom, like celestial charts,

Illuminates our darkened parts.

 

A father’s strength, a steady hand,

He lights the path where we should stand,

With sacrifices deeply sown,

His love through actions clearly shown.

 

A mother's warmth, her gentle glow,

In tender ways, her love does show,

Though she may hide her secret scars,

Her guidance beams like softest stars.

 

They toil and strive, their spirits high,

Even when they seem to fly,

Beyond the limits of their might,

They remain our beacons in the night.

 

In their devotion, pure and vast,

They shine, our heroes unsurpassed,

Like stars above, they lead us on,

Until the darkest night is gone.

Poet Sarwat Hina 

 

"Echoes of the Heart"

 

In the stillness of twilight's gentle embrace,

Where shadows and dreams intertwine,

There lies a whisper, soft as lace,

A melody of the soul, divine.

 

It speaks in tones both ancient and new,

Of love and loss, of joy and pain,

A language that only the heart can construe,

A silent song in the soul's refrain.

Through the quiet of night and the dawn's first light,

It weaves its way, unseen, unheard,

A tender echo in the depths of night,

A murmured prayer, a sacred word.

 

In moments of stillness, if you dare to hear,

The whisper grows louder, a call from within,

Guiding your spirit, quelling your fear,

Unveiling the truth where shadows have been.

 

Listen close to the whispers of soul,

For they carry the wisdom of time untold,

A compass to guide you, to make you whole,

A treasure more precious than silver or gold.

 

So when the world clamors and the noise is high,

Seek the quiet where the soul's voice resides,

In the heart's own whisper, let your spirit fly,

And find the peace where true wisdom abides.

Poet: Sarwat Hina 

Pen Name :Hina Manzar 

Country: Pakistan.