If Problems Were Pigeons

Roma Jenny "Muntazir"

Description

These poems are my big outlet in life and it is my first time to publish them.

My uncles and aunts are all short story writers and poets who have published their own books which became my inspiration for creating my own poems as well.

Writing gives me a sense of fulfillment, relating my personal experience through love and life.

I hope that my readers would be inspired and relate to the poems I wrote just as I was inspired by my family. I want them to be influenced through writing and creating poems that doesn't only satisfy our minds but quench our thirsty heart to assurance and beauty that words could make.

Another wonder that makes our living experience extra special.

Thank you.

Sujets

• Today
• Poetry

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 13 novembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669844334
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

IF PROBLEMS WERE PIGEONS
 
 
Book of Poetry
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
ROMA JENNY “MUNTAZIR”

Copyright © 2022 by Roma Jenny “Muntazir”.
 
ISBN:
Softcover
978-1-6698-4434-1
 
eBook
978-1-6698-4433-4
 
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.
 
Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.
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Rev. date: 11/11/2022
 
 
 
 
 
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CONTENTS
Dedication
The Labyrinth Of ‘Why?’
In The Daylight
The Walls Of The Heart
A Bad Deal
The Lines Of The Palms
The Storms Of Sorrow
What Scares Me?
The Marionettists
If Problems Were “Pigeons”
Fall In May!
The Law-Abiding Citizens
If Tears……
Wounded Hands
The Ventriloquist
Ho Hum
Dedication
I dedicate this book to my son Vikram (aka Tipu) & my daughter Victoria (aka Tori) who are not only my children but also my mentors.

 
 
 
The footpath gets the peddler.
The throne gets the king.
Everybody in this world,
don’t get everything!

 
 
 
On left stood the mansions.
On right lay the oceans.
To whom shall I go and tell
my feelings and emotions?

 
 
 
I ran through the valley.
I ran through the meadow.
I didn’t trip on anything else
except on my own shadow.