Featuring SAKEENA JABEEN, two of her poems and her photography of homeland, Kashmir.
In search of other half of mine meet with smile, every frowny eye dared to scare their pose. Sometimes titled a homesick sometimes brainless chap as I dared back to retain their gaze knoweth they not what I'm going through. Yes, a continuous chain of pleasing pain surely taketh my life's merriment but they have to buzz as bee and roar as wounded tiger. Calmly forgotten every frowny eye behold when smiling visage of parents whose toil rendered them old and grey though smile back on ceasing me upset. Beseeching God with pure heart, meet me with other half of mine would be inquisitive epitome of love as hath two more lovely lilies behold me always, they their precious pearl and in heart they know deep. Would be their thick shade in wail 'n' woe, O' Merciful, benevolent Lord, plead thee to grant my plea let this miracle happen! © SAKEENA JABEEN
Behold here and there hills, vales, dales and dunes full of bloom and rejoice, bees buzz and singing harks, along the rhythmic flow of brook - the hopping larks and shiny dew. Rays of sun on my windowsill, swaying along the bunch of lilies as they hop in awe and glamour - Hark! They are playing soft and decent, the strings of their flute are well as they collab with swaying wind so gentle and soothing touch - Hark! The clock is ticking fast, whispering in beats all around It's Spring, let's party!!! © SAKEENA JABEEN