The Moon’s Loving Light and A Tale of Love, Two Poems Composed by Anila Bukhari

1. The Moon’s Loving Light 

“Oh, Moon, so fair and bright,
In the darkest hour, you bring us light.
Lucky and kind, you shine above,
A beacon of hope, spreading love.

I often wonder, as a human being,
Why we’re not like you, so caring and freeing.
You light up the world, for all to see,
Regardless of who they may be.

When I lay in my front yard, gazing high,
You kiss my tears, as they softly cry.
You’re there with me, in my moments of pain,
As I pour my heart out, like drops of rain.

Why do we hurt, when we could heal?
Why do we break, when we could seal?
The moon, so kind, never loses its grace,
While we humans stumble, in this earthly race.

Let’s learn from the moon, its gentle ways,
And strive to be kind, throughout our days.
For one day, we’ll leave this world behind,
But the moon will continue to shine, so kind.

So let’s be like the moon, spreading light,
In a world that often feels dark and tight.
With love and compassion, let’s make our stand,
And illuminate the world, hand in hand.

2. A Tale of Love

In the realm of hair, a tale unfolds,
Of locks that shimmered, stories untold.
Every girl beheld my strands with delight,
But it’s not just their beauty that made them ignite.

For I held a secret, a purpose so grand,
To donate my hair, a helping hand.
To cancer patients, who lost their own,
A gift of hope, a chance to be shown.

One day, I witnessed a girl so dear,
With her little brother, shedding a tear.
Chemotherapy had taken her hair away,
Her brother’s touch, a tender display.

Moved by their plight, I made a choice,
To share my hair, to give them a voice.
Selfish society questioned my act,
“Why lose your hair?” they did react.

But I stood strong, with conviction in my heart,
For it’s not about losing, but playing a part.
To those without hair, who fight the fight,
My sacrifice brings them a glimmer of light.

As I touch my short hair, a bittersweet embrace,
I feel a sense of sadness, a trace.
But in the depths of my soul, I know it’s true,
My hair may be gone, but love shines through.

For in the beauty of giving, we find our grace,
A chance to make a difference, in life’s embrace.
So let us celebrate the power of hair,
A symbol of kindness, a love beyond compare.

Bio of the Poet: Anila Bukhari, the Wonder Girl of Pakistan, is an incredible inspiration. Her poetry spreads love and positivity, touching hearts worldwide. She’s dedicated to children’s rights, women’s empowerment, and peace.