Ethereal Reverie

                          Ethereal Reverie

Within, words do mingle, praising you, divine,

As I gaze upon you, astonishment does shine.

Ladies, her entrancing eyes in beauty's rhyme,

Her radiance scatters clouds, a sight sublime.

I find myself entranced by her captivating smile,

Delicate butterflies in joyous flutter, for a while.

If the alluring wind should pass, it does beguile,

Her fragrant essence nears, my soul's own isle.

Her cheeks, rosy blooms, her hair a dance so rare,

A fearless rose, thornless, beyond compare.

She's the essence, the light, a fragrance in the air,

Her divine eyes, a beacon, dispelling my despair.

~Amanat

Shadows of Despair: Longing for an Angel's Light

Shadows of Despair

Words fail to express the weight of their woe,

The melancholy and tortures they undergo,

Oppressed and burdened, their faces so sweet,

But their hearts heavy, their pain complete.

My words falter in the face of such cruelty,

Oppressors, capitalists, and hooligans unruly,

Exploiting the weak, trampling on their rights,

Their actions withering hope, extinguishing lights.

Our words, mere lamentations for but a fleeting time,

We fail to fight their battles, we're guilty of the crime,

Their sorrow lingers, every sigh a reminder of their plight,

Yet we make light of their deaths, a callous blight.

Oh God, in our despair we call upon thee,

Send Imam Mehdi, for we are lost at sea,

Have mercy and aid the innocent and oppressed,

Send us an angel, or curse these oppressors, redressed!!!

~Amanat

Greedy capitalists and their Exploitation

Greedy capitalists and their exploitation 

In the realm where riches grow unchecked,

A tale of exploitation, a story often unchecked,

Capitalists don their masks of gilded charm,

As they twist and turn, causing worlds to harm.

With silver tongues that spin a web of lies,

They paint a facade, a deceptive guise,

Beneath the surface, a darker truth resides,

Exploitation rampant, as humanity collides.

Workers toil, sweat on their brows,

Fueling the machine, under oppressive vows,

Profits soar, yet wages stagnate,

In the name of gain, they seal their fate.

From towering skyscrapers, they survey their reign,

The fruits of labor, the exploited's pain,

Indifferent to the struggles, they count their gold,

As broken dreams and futures remain untold.

Oh, the machinery of exploitation grinds,

Leaving scars on hearts and tarnished minds,

The cycle persists, as power seeks control,

In this unending saga, humanity's toll.

But let us rise against this tide,

Expose the truths that they try to hide,

For solidarity and justice we must demand,

To heal the wounds caused by their greedy hand.

~Amanat

My yawns with my books Poetry

 My yawns with my books!!!

I find myself gazing wearily at my books, stifling yawns,

The cloak of drowsiness descends upon my eyes,

My head feels dizzy as I strain to focus my gaze,

Overwhelmed by exhaustion, lacking the spirit to persist.

Amidst slumber's grasp, my dreams whisper, "Awaken!"

A voice within beckons, urging my attention's bloom,

With courage as my ally, I venture forth to combat.

I stand upon the precipice of triumph, where patience blooms.

In your very being resides the greatest motivation,

Amidst the cacophony of naysayers, their jeers and scorn,

Rise, Oh noble soul, seize the moment, heed not the taunts,

For this too shall pass, onward you journey, still miles to go.

~Amanat