There is beauty in Black
There is beauty in White
And in all the shades
In between
There is history in Black
There is history in White
And in all the shades
We have been
© Rabia Bashir 2018
Category: Poetry
A Hanging Canvas
My Lord is One
He created all
Beauty in the eyes that see
A changing canvas
Hangs in the sky
He paints for you and me
A moment’s marvel
At His designs
Others do not perceive
A changing canvas
Hangs in the sky
A reason why I believe
© Rabia Bashir 2018
Fly Away Fingers
Fly away fingers
Racing with my thoughts
Fly away fingers
To capture what is caught
Only Human
Fist meets her soul Continue reading Only Human
The Colour Green
Bangladesh, Sylhet, Kuru Gao is its name
Or Nanny’s Bari (village) as we all grew to claim
That’s where my mind heads at the mention of green
A place of fond memories, cacophony, serene Continue reading The Colour Green
Colours of London
Crisp autumn leaves of all sizes
Yellow, orange and brown cartwheels Continue reading Colours of London
Pillaged Souls
My head used to reside amongst fluffy white clouds
In the days before I tuned into broadcasts of war Continue reading Pillaged Souls
A Boy’s Smile
Two different homes, his parents apart
School holiday splits, on both calendars marked Continue reading A Boy’s Smile
King of The Desert
I once ruled the desert, my worth knew no bounds
My resilience was awed, against sandy surrounds
Continue reading King of The Desert
It’s Cold Outside
It’s cold outside I tell my Nan
As she buttons up her coat
Continue reading It’s Cold Outside