Poetic Punches
As I started my poetic journey,
I began to create poems, funny,
A word game began, with playful tricks,
My verbal fare was sweetened by linguistics honey.
My humor began to weave a creative nest,
My poetic punches landed best,
My phonic content began to appeal,
With a new thought, I embarked on my quest.
I explored many themes behind each poetic punch,
All stanzas served, like a feast on a lunch,
My views danced with the symphony’s harmony,
My lyrics sang with musicality, a tuneful brunch.
My audience, lovers and beloveds all,
Those who has hearts with wounds small,
My poetic punches landed softly on their hearts,
Healing wounds, and starts an emotion’s call.
My Words, a gentle breeze that soothes the soul,
A poetic balm that makes the heart whole,
With every verse, a message I impart,
Hope and inspiration, the tales of past that unfold.
By: R. Naheed
This poem is about impressions of poetry, these impressions are called punches. These punches are very strong. These punches work of balm to heal the wounds of heart that due to love failure or due to other circumstances.
According to speaker this poetry covers all aspects, love, society’s standards, social issues. It entertains all type of audience. Here poetess explains her style of poetry, her use of phrase “linguistics honey” is amazing.
Allama Iqbal says,
"What should I ask the wise
about my origin?
That I live in this worry,
what is my end?
Elevate yourself so much
that before every destiny
Ask the servant of God himself
and tell him what is your pleasure
What is the point of conversation
if I am an alchemist?
This is the burning self
and what is my alchemy
I see the depths of destiny in it
Don't ask me what is that red eye
If there was,he was fascinated
by Ferengi at that time
So Iqbal explained to him
what is the place of greatness
Noay Sobh Gahi made my liver bleed,
God, what is the sin for which
this is the punishment