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“Little Miraal, Big Wonder" (A Child’s Smile from the Heavens)

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Introduction : Children have a way of touching our hearts in ways nothing else can. “Little Miraal, Big Wonder (A Child’s Smile from the Heavens)” is a heartfelt poem inspired by a real child I saw, whose innocent smile reminded me of the beauty, purity, and joy life holds. This poem celebrates the magic of childhood and the profound impact even the smallest souls can have on our hearts. “Little Miraal, Big Wonder" (A Child’s Smile from the Heavens) My friends asked me, laughing near— “Shahzad, why do you change when kids are here?” I smiled and said, “Who could stay the same, When a little angel lights a gentle flame?” You see, just months ago, my day was plain— Tired and bored, scrolling in vain. Then on my phone, a video appeared; A tiny face, so pure, I cheered. She was small, maybe one or two; Eyes so innocent, a soul so true. Her smile was magic, out of this world— A little angel, in sunlight curled. I forgot my day, my boredom, my pain; Her laughter made the world feel sane...

"The Coldest Hands I Ever Held" (They Fed Me Hate, I Grew in Faith)

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Introduction : A raw and emotional journey through pain, hate, and resilience. This poem tells the story of a young man facing rejection and cruelty from his own family, yet finding strength, hope, and faith. A testament to survival, inner courage, and the power of rising from the ashes. Real, heartfelt, and deeply human. "The Coldest Hands I Ever Held" (They Fed Me Hate, I Grew in Faith) Since the day my feet first touched this land, I’ve felt the coldness in every hand; Hate came to greet me, day after day, While love stood silent… too far away. Even my own blood could not be kind— Their eyes held storms that pierced my mind; I wonder, at times, if they’re truly mine, Or strangers wearing a family’s sign. Each glance they give feels sharp as a knife— A slow, cruel end, not the gift of life; Why not finish me with a single blow, Instead of this endless, painful show? When I was small, my only prayer Was love from the ones who should’ve been there; But my tender dreams were t...

“In the Wake of Your Love" (Mary, My Angel)

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Introduction : Love has the power to transform even the most broken of souls—and this poem is living proof. “Changed by Your Love” is a deeply personal tribute to the woman who brought light into my darkest days. It's about healing, redemption, and the kind of love that reshapes a man from the inside out. Every line of this poem is inspired by a real person—Mary—whose presence in my life has been nothing short of divine. This isn't just poetry; it's my truth wrapped in rhyme. “In the Wake of Your Love"   (Mary, My Angel) Before I met you, I was broken and lost — A man with no hope, paying a heavy cost. The villain of stories, quick to ignite — My heart was a desert… no love in sight. I’d rage in seconds — couldn’t control, Empty inside with a shattered soul. Then you showed up — calm and kind, A light in the dark I was desperate to find. Your love hit me deep — changed my whole view, Now I’m a king who finally knew. My heart’s no longer dry — no longer bare — It’s a ga...