Abeera Mirza

1.*Sunrise to Sunset* 

 

A beautiful way to finish the day

Is to stare at the sky

And see the sunset's bright display

As it shines in the eye.

 

The sprightliness that lights up the day

Will soon give way to darkness's sway

But before it leaves, it gives a stunning sight

With orange and red hues, a thrilling delight.

 

It's a monument that our world is cherished and grand

With beauty that extends beyond the skyline's hand

A wonderful departure to every day we share

As the moon knocks up the sunset's noble care.

2. *Does Humanity Exist?* 

 

Does humanity exist?

Is there anyone to assist?

Is there anyone to resist?

Are we waiting for any other twist?

 

Humanity is suffering.

Because of our buffering. 

Why are we bluffering?

We are just muffling.

 

They are dealing with psychological chaos,

They are experiencing a great loss. 

There has been a massacre in their life's cosmos

They have no way to cross. 

 

We can stop this!

By not getting any miss. 

Let's make a list. 

To give them bliss.

3. *Her Fear* 

Her fearful mind,

Her peace is left behind. 

She feels psychologically blind

She used to be kind. 

 

What had happened to her?

Everything looks blurry,

She is ready to stir,

She is about to infer,

 

She had been on the journey of trust,

She tried to adjust,

But dust was a must. 

It made her bust. 

 

Now, she has a weakened heart,

But she is ready to take a start.

To take the part 

In the art of being smart.

 

4. *Colors of Emotions* 

Sometimes I feel joy,

Sometimes I get annoyed.

 

I have emotions of love,

But sometimes hate stands above.

 

My daring makes me brave,

But I still have a fear of the grave. 

 

My thoughts are optimistic,

But eventually, I get pessimistic.

 

Events that made me engaged,

In a shift, it turned me unengaged. 

 

And what should I say about anger?

This always brings me in danger.

 

5. *Self Construction* 

In the world of bubble,

Mixture of storms and troubles. 

 

I construct myself under rubbles,

My mind is full of rumbles. 

 

I work under the mumble,

Arrange things in jumble 

 

Maybe I need to snuggle,

My challenges are like puzzles 

 

Where I'm getting grumble,

I need someone to huddle. 

 

 

Whenever I get pride,

Allah makes it hide.

 

If I openly laugh,

I cry on the staff or on the path.

 

6. *A Letter*

Dear Life!

Please slow down your pace,

I'm struggling to survive with your race. 

 

Trying to manage things like a fleeting grace. 

Longing for a peaceful space. 

 

Grant me a moment to breathe,

Let me find some rest. 

 

Please slow down, dear! Don't rush through the years,

Let me live in each month and deal with my fears. 

 

I'm striving hard, please believe.

Give me some time and strength to achieve. 

Author: Abeera Mirza, Pakistan.

 

 

Writer's Biography:

"Writing is the tool of emotional healing". Meet Abeera Mirza, an English literature gold medalist and gifted poet. She won numerous awards for her passion for words. Her poem "Sorry" has inspired readers to heal. It started with poetry and progressed to prose. Abeera has contributed to more than 200 anthologies. Her inner peace is ignited by reading and traveling. Her perspective is expanded by diverse poetic exploration. Her passion for learning is endless. She is always looking to learn more beyond boundaries. Abeera's writing style has touched countless lives. It gives a deep understanding of words and their ability to bring change. She is renowned for healing hearts. May her words help in healing.

Abeera Mirza

 

Edited and Published by Md Sadiqur Rahman Rumen, Editor in chief pencraft literary Magazine Bangladesh.