PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

In memory of my Gram, Mary, who passed away  on June 4'th 2001. One year to the date I wrote this.

In memory of my baby who died inside my womb while in my 5'th month of pregnancy...May 4'th 1988

In loving memory of my Grandma, Mary...

This is about (you guessed it!) the decision made by America to use the atomic bomb in WWII.  It is a simple Shaksperian sonnet, so it isn't to long.

You die for love when its alive. Where does love go when it dies?

Composed on February 23rd, 2003, Sunday afternoon.
*MADHU JEE: A term of respect for Indian actress Madhubala whose real name was Mumtaz Jahan Dehlvi. She is the most dazzling, ethereal and epitome of God Almighty's proof of how beautiful and perfect He is as the Creator, the Fashioner and the Cherisher. All praise belongs to Allah for creating Madhubala, the Hindi silver-screen beauty, before whom even Rossana Podesta (Helen in 'Helen of Troy', Rita Hayworth, Hedy Lamarr, Marilyn Monroe and others appear nothing close to her unparalleled beauty and charm. As I have said above Allah deserves all praise for sending Madhubala into this world as an example of His Artistic creation.
Simply irrestible and so ethereal that even Venus would envy her...longing to be like her. Madhu Jee, I shall not forget you, as long as I live. May Allah Almighty fill your heavenly life with the highest spiritual bliss. Aameen.