Afzal Sajjad Zafir: “My Invisible Love” and other poems

The Poetryzine magazine presents the selected poems by the Indian poet Afzal Sajjad Zafir

Inchoative

Promises are made to keep,

Fruits are sown to reap.

I assure you Queen of my heart,

My love will never cause you to weep.

My life was void without you,

You came in my life as morning dew,

My dead heart revived again,

God has given you power to anew.

My life was worthless, filled with darkness.

I was in drowsiness, lacking cheerfulness.

You filled the endless emptiness of my life.

Your amorous love,filled me with happiness.

Flower and Thorn

The beautiful flower

Looked at his companion

And asked politely

Why you are so tough and pointy

Why can't you bloom

Like me

And leave the fragrance in the air

The Thorn

Answered firmly

My sweet friend

I stand tough and pointy

To stop those hands

Which try to pluck you

For their own pleasure

I try to protect you

From selfish people

Who get attracted to your fragrance

And smash you under their feet

When you are of no use

I just keep you away

From wicked people

My Invisible love

Whenever I'm tired

Exhausted

When ideas tease me much

I find peace in you

I just bow down and

Put my head in your lap

Lovingly she pat my head

And comb my hairs

With her soft hands.

I forget every pain and grief

A heaven for a brief.

Countryside

I live in a village,

Far from the rest of the world.

In childhood, when i saw

Smokes of Rocket in the sky.

I wondered, above us lives our friend.

I used to wander in green fields.

I loved to lose myself,

In embrace of nature.

I often went to the Graveyard,

Aside it was a temple.

A unique place for us,

In Graveyard, Muslims

buried their loved ones.

Aside, Hindus chant their prayers.

A soul gained salvation,

On other side

Some pray for salvation.

The amazing correlation,

Between two great civilisation.

The Rage

In the age of injustice,

In the times of oppressors,

In the reign of criminals,

Justice is rare.

Dark is the new Fair !

Truth dims,

And lies glare.

All we share,

Is torment and pain.

The Sons of Cain,

The inane and insane,

The profane and inhumane,

Stomping the fragile morality.

Desecrating the sanctity of the world.

The observant

I don't have tongue,

I'm not deaf just dumb.

All I have is two dark eyes.

I don't speak, just gaze.

My existence is unnoticed.

Yet I know much about life.

The truth and lie.

I know you think

I'm just a stupid guy

Timid and shy.

Oh my dear, i don't care

What you think about me.

Someone else opinion

Doesn't change me.

Life is to be lived.

Enjoy the serenity of the ocean.

Play with moving wind,

Yet be aware of

Cunning humans.

Silent servant of Almighty

Believing in invisible existence,

Is considered stupid in

This vacuum world.

I know no one will believe me,

I'm just a fool, old man.

I do not preach

Neither I heal.

I don't kill people to prove

Your superiority.

I don't sell your name to

Make fortune.

I'm just a believer,

Who worships you in whispers.

I'm your silent servant.

The Khizar

He is alive,

Since earth was formed.

He is witness of

Fall and rise of many

Civilizations.

From the Mighty rome

To fickle British.

Yet he witness everyday,

Obsession of power.

Power to satisfy greed

And serve self created needs.

Power to hurt his

Fellow being.

Souvenir

(dedicated to Palestinian brothers)

Don't be hopeless!

Wipe your tears,

Hold back your fear.

Your resistance is your spear,

Aim it firmly at your enemy.

Adhere to Allah, triumph is near.

Melt your chandelier,

Reshape it into a sword.

If you will assemble,

Your enemy will tremble.

Let the might of your faith unite.

Fight, till the darkness turns into light

*Afzal Sajjad Zafir is a poet from India. He is currently doing graduation in Accounting and Finance. He has obtained an online degree in Literary criticism from the Yale university. He is passionate about literature, especially classical literature and literary criticism works of Jacques Derrida and Michael Focault. He has also attended online classes of Brandon Sanderson.

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