Sultan Of Hearts Poetry

Introduction : In a world that rushes past the quiet miracles of life, “If the Raindrops Could Pray” invites the reader to pause — to listen to the whispers of nature and remember the mercy that flows from above. Each stanza speaks not just of rain, rivers, or mountains, but of a divine rhythm — a song of creation that never ceases to praise its Lord. Through this poem, I reflect on the contrast between nature’s humble obedience and humanity’s forgetfulness, hoping to awaken a sense of gratitude, repentance, and peace in every heart that reads it. "If the Raindrops Could Pray" (Mercy of my Lord Beneath the Sky) If raindrops could speak, they would softly say… “My Lord sends us down in a merciful way…” A gift from my Lord’s unending love— to heal the earth from the skies above… If winds could whisper through valleys wide— they’d tell how my Lord moves them in stride… Each gentle breeze that stirs the air— is His unseen touch, tender and rare… If trees could speak with their ro...

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...

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...

Introduction :  This poem, "Rising from Nothing (The Lion Who Refused to Fade)," is a powerful anthem of resilience and self-empowerment. It tells the story of rising above rejection, doubt, and hardship to become a symbol of strength and hope. Inspired by the spirit of the Barbary lion and the courage within all of us, it is a tribute to anyone who has ever been overlooked or underestimated. Join me on this journey of transformation and courage as we celebrate the roar of a lion who refuses to be silenced. "Rising from Nothing" (The Lion Who Refused to Fade) Who am I? The one they laughed at loud, The one they said was useless, not proud. Ignored, forgotten, left in the dust, But now I’m everything — I’ll never rust. Once I was known as nothing at all, But now I stand proud, steady and tall. So tell me now, who do you see here? I’m the one who wipes away your tear. I’m the one who makes you laugh, not cry, The Barbary lion who won’t just die. I’m the one who refuse...

Introduction : “O My Malik, My Only King” is a humble prayer and confession of a soul longing for forgiveness, closeness, and eternal peace. This poem reflects the deep gratitude and dependence we feel toward the One who never abandons us—even when we fall. It is a plea for mercy, a promise to change, and a hope to be welcomed with love on the Final Day.    "O My Malik, My Only King" (Longing for Grace and Eternal Peace) You are the one who sent me here, And you are the one I'll return to, clear. You are my malik, my Lord, my King, The only King to whom I cling. Whenever I’m hungry, you send me food, Whenever I’m thirsty, you send what’s good. When I want something, you give me more, Even things I never asked you for. When I work for little, you give a lot, Even more than I ever thought. You don’t need me, but I need you, Can’t breathe a breath if you don’t do. I answer to no one, no man, no name, I’m not their slave—I’m done with that game. I belong to you, and that’s my...