Poetry By Dr. Shakira Nova : New Poetry

Dr. Shakira Nova

I am a Phoenix.
Dr. Shakira Nova 

I love it when someone gets jealous of me

I keep my door open for criticizers.

I overlook their laugh knowing

Their lack of intelligence.

When they criticize me and play nasty game

I keep myself busy, no time to bother them.

When they whisper to each other

I know they are conspiring further.

When they plan to kill me in a dark night

I gain courage and strength to fight.

When they plan to erase my name and fame

I smile, and show them the sign: shame, shame!

It is not easy to make me cry—

Hey monsters, I am a Phoenix, I never die.

Reflection.
Dr. Shakira Nova.

Your smile touches my soul.

Your sorrow breaks my whole.

While looking in your eyes,

I start melting like an ice.

If you come to me silently,

I can grasp you perfectly.

While remembering your words,

I feel the beauty of true love.

I see you at the palace of my mind,

I feel we have a strong bind.

You have shown me a new horizon—

On which I got a key to open and rely upon.

Life Is a Roller Coaster

Life is a roller coaster

It has ups and downs, sorrows and joys

If all my dreams fly away to unknown destination

I will dream again and again.

If I become frustrated, die mentally due to any reason

I will get my life again from ashes like a phoenix bird.

I am optimistic to win the race of life time and again

I do not accept defeat, I avoid negativity.

If you snatch away my hopes and joys today

I am not afraid to be a lord of happiness tomorrow.

I am always optimistic

Sorrows cannot make me shy

Odds and obstacles cannot make me cry,

I always love to smile.

I am immortal like a phoenix bird.

If you burn me, turn me into the ashes

I will take birth again.

Taimury: A Street Girl.
 Dr.Shakira Nova.

I know a street girl

who shines as a pearl.

Her look is striking

She seems a blinking star.

She is the Novera

Mona Lisa of this era.

She seems a blooming flower

She is as simple as poetry

Her name is Taimury

She deserves minimum caring.

She is alone, feels profoundly lonely

She cries silently, when the rain starts.

She sighs silently, when the night starts.

No one hears it

No one realizes it

No one feels her agonies

No one understand her miseries.

She has none to listen to her

No one is keen to listen to a street girl.

She tells the river her sad story

The river listens to her like a dory.

Only rivers are beside her

Rivers and street girls complement each other.