On Death

Life means colours and death out of light
Death has no hope, no relief and delight

It snubb the five senses and make the face pale
Nobody can escape neither female nor male

Death comes and attack like anything wild
No matter u r young, you r old or a child

Your body once active is now on others mercy
All things exposed and left no secrecy.....

Death seperates your body from the soul with pain
The time to realize, what you loose and what you gain

The time which you give to your friends and your near
You think that is life you smile and you cheer

You left the others with sighs, sorrows and tears
It is truth of life and it inspire fears

Your body becomes flat and start to stink
Your sight is dreadful and let others think

People are afraid to touch the one who'ed gone
Death ends the story once started when he born

After the burial the things get easy
All return to work and all gets buzy

From adam to eve, till the last the one
Its bound to happen, it's bound to come

Death and life goes hand in hand
You have to face, the riddles of sand

No one knows from where he come and where to leave
A six feet house with two sheets i believe

All is well if the end is well
you have to go in the heaven or the hell

by:
Hafiza Mehwish Tariq

Its great Mehwish, you have written very well managed and well connected poetry. Its sounds good.

Marriage proposals act like window shopping
Perfection is the thing which they are hoping

These proposals are all about pomp and show
Why don’t we get the desired one in first go?

People have different approaches in choosing the right
Some see the outer beauty and some appreciate insight

Fear of unknown in it is always visible and shown
It’s difficult to mingle with the person unknown

Those who visit more will get the nominal one
They wander here and there, merely for fun

Relatives and friends ask, what happened again and again
What the hell is their problem, which turn us insane

Boys and girls suffered much in this game
Nobody can understood their sufferings and their pain

Moms get panic in serving and treating the guest
Clean the whole house, ceiling and stairs at their best

They like someone’s nose or someone’s eyes
They comment on features once, twice and thrice

The candidate act as vegetable and fruit
Choiced by the one to whom they suit

They comment ruthlessly on features, height and weight
They observe with keen eye your style, smile and gait

When and where, will we get our soul mate
A mystery unsolved, needs a long debate

Soul mates are bound to meet on decided time
Why then wasting time in rejecting three, five & nine?

At last we find the one made for us
No questions arise at the end but only a yes

By:
Hafiza Mehwish Tariq

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