Sultan Of Hearts Poetry

Introduction : “I’m Not Your Marriage Counselor” is a humorous, lighthearted poem about a friend’s last-minute wedding panic and the playful advice he gets instead of real solutions. Blending comedy with truth, it shows that sometimes the best way to face life’s big changes is with laughter—and a reminder not to forget the white roses.    "I’m Not Your Marriage Counselor"     (Hamid’s Last Laugh Before His Wedding) Hamid came up to me today, He said, “Shahzad, I’m filled with dismay. My wedding’s Sunday, I’m so afraid, All these new people — I’m not a grade.” He said, “My wife, in-laws, all the rest, Maintaining happiness — I’m stressed.” He asked me, “What should I do, brother?” I said, “Don’t ask me — I’m not another.” He said, “But you’re a friend, you’re kind.” I said, “With marriage, I’m so blind. I’m not married, I’m not a pro, All I can do is confuse you even more.” He said, “Please, just honestly say, Whatever’s in your mind today.” I said, “Okay… but I’m gon...

Introduction : “Brothers of My Youth” is a nostalgic tribute to friendship forged in childhood. Through memories of school days and loyal bonds, this poem celebrates the brothers found in life’s early years—connections that time and distance can never break. Brothers of My Youth (A Poem Inspired by Friendship) When I moved to Islamabad one day, A new school welcomed me to stay. In Class 6, sharp and full of trouble, First in class, but always causing trouble. Mischief filled my every look, Spreading chaos while acing the books. Teachers sighed, but still would smile, I tested their patience all the while. Then came Naif, calm and wise, With Murree hills behind his eyes. Quiet strength and steady grace, Always calm, a thoughtful face. We became friends through games and talk, Through schoolyard laughs and hallway walks. We shared our dreams, our fears, our truth — A brother found in days of youth. In Class 8 came Haris, true, Naif’s cousin, made our circle two to a crew. Three of us — a...