Love for Animals

 

Love for Animals

by

Arman Rashid

I see the joy in a puppy’s eyes,

I hear the song of birds in the skies.

A kitten's purr, a horse's run,

Animals bring us so much fun.

Their love is pure, their hearts are true,

They trust and dream, just like we do.

A rabbit hops, a dolphin plays,

They light our hearts in gentle ways.

A cow in fields, a fish in streams,

All are part of nature’s dreams.

Their silent voices speak so loudly,

They make us kind, they make us proud.

To hug a dog, to feed a cat,

Brings happiness- simple as that.

Animals teach us how to care,

How to be gentle, how to share.

Their little paws, their shining eyes,

Hold secrets of the brightest skies.

Love for animals will always stay,

Growing stronger every day.

Summary:  The poet sees joy and love in animals. Puppies,birds, kittens, and horses make life happy. Animals love purely andt rust just like people do. They bring kindness and light into ourh earts. Caring for them teaches us to be gentle and share. Theirl ittle actions and bright eyes show true beauty. Loving animalsm akes our hearts grow stronger every day.

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Fight for Love

 

Fight for Love

By

Arman Rashid

 

I called your name in stormy skies,

Through all my tears and all my cries.

The world tried hard to break my way,

But love for you made me stay.

 

The winds were strong, the nights were cold,

Still, I kept your hand to hold.

Each tear I cried became my shield,

Each dream of you became my field.

 

I fought my fears, I fought my pain,

For in my heart, you still remain.

No wall too high, no night too long,

My love for you is pure and strong.

 

Love is a fight, but worth it all,

I rise again, I never fall.

I would fight a thousand days,

To live forever in your gaze.

 

Summary:  The poet calls out to their love even in hard times.

Storms, fears, and pain could not break their love. They hold on

tightly, crying but staying strong. Each tear and dream gives them

strength to fight. No challenge feels too big when love is true. Love

 is a battle, but it’s always worth it. The poet would fight forever

just to be with their beloved.

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Winter Love

 

Winter Love

By

Arman Rashid

 

Once, winter danced with a joyous breeze, 

In every home, love brewed with ease.

The scent of pitha kissed the air, 

A tender warmth beyond compared.

 

Date trees stood as silent knights, 

Their sweet juice flowed through winter nights. 

Through hands of passion, care, and fire, 

Grew golden treats that hearts admire.

 

But now, the village sighs in pain, 

Its laughter lost, its charm in vain. 

No pitha's warmth, no juice's gleam,

Just faded whispers of a cherished dream.

 

Oh, my heart aches for what was true,

For winter's love, both old and new.

Let's light the flames of joy once more,

Revive the traditions we adore.

 

For in each bite, a story lies, 

Of hands that affection and asterik that rise. 

So, let the pitha and date trees sing, 

Of winter's romance, an eternal spring.

 

Summary:  Winter used to be full of love, warmth, and the sweet

 smell of pitha. Date trees gave juice, and families shared joy

together. Now the village feels empty, with lost laughter and fading

 memories. The old traditions and happiness have slowly

disappeared. The poet wishes to bring back the love and joy of

winter. Through pitha and date trees, they hope to revive the spirit

of old winters.

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Feeling of Love

 

Feeling of Love

By

Arman Rashid

 

It didn’t happen with thunder or light,

It came quietly-like evening becoming night.

No big hello, no perfect day,

Just a look- and my heart gave way.

 

I remember the moment, though nothing was said,

Your shadow passed, and I turned my head.

You smiled at the air, not knowing I stared,

But my heart felt warm, like someone cared.

 

You weren’t a dream, you were real,

Something honest, something I could feel.

The way your laugh floated in the breeze,

Made time slow down, made my heart feel at ease.

 

You didn’t know it, but I was falling slow,

Every word you said started to glow.

Your kindness, simple and true,

Felt like a feeling that only grew.

 

I saw you giving without being asked,

Behind your soft eyes, a heart unmasked.

And something inside me gently woke,

A part of me that had been broke.

 

Love didn’t come with promises loud,

It came in small ways that made me proud.

Like when you remembered things I forgot,

Or listened when others did not.

 

One day you said, “I believe in soft things-

Like rain, quiet people, and what love brings.”

I smiled then, my heart feeling tight,

Thinking, “You’ll never know you’re my light.”

 

You’ll never know how you changed my view,

How colors feel brighter because of you.

How even silence feels full when you are near,

How ‘home’ became a word so clear.

 

I didn’t fall for a face or a name,

I fell for your heart that played no game.

You loved gently, without trying too hard-

And I stopped building walls around my heart.

 

This feeling of love-so soft, so wide,

It doesn’t rush, and it doesn’t hide.

It stays quiet, in every breath I take,

And makes my soul feel more awake.

 

Summary:  Love came softly, like night falling slowly. It wasn’t

big words, but small kindness that made it grow. Your gentle heart

and simple ways woke something in me. You made the world feel

brighter and safer. Now love feels quiet, deep, and always there

inside me.

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Love for The Moon

 

Love for the Moon

By

Arman Rashid

 

I used to think the moon was lonely-

Just a quiet light in a busy sky.

But then I met you,

And the moon started to feel like home.

 

We would sit in silence together,

With just the sky, the breeze, and your shoulder.

You said, “The moon watches, but never judges,”

And in that moment, my heart stayed still.

 

I fell in love with how you loved the moon,

The way your eyes softened when it rose.

It felt like you knew its secrets,

Secrets it kept safe and never told.

 

You spoke of the moon like an old friend,

Always there, even when hidden by clouds.

And I—who never looked up for long-

Started watching it just because of you.

 

Some nights, you didn’t say a word,

You just breathed slowly under the stars.

But I could feel your silence,

Like the moon was singing through your heart.

 

Once you whispered, “It listens, you know.

It has listened to lovers for a long time.”

And I believed you, not because I had to,

But because you spoke it with true love.

 

I remember the night we almost kissed,

But the moonlight touched your face instead.

You turned away, shy and quiet,

And that moment stayed with me for weeks.

 

I think love didn’t start just with you,

It started through you-when you gave me the moon.

Now it follows me everywhere I go-

In dreams, in poems, in the soft night air.

 

When I look at the moon now,

I don’t feel lonely anymore.

Because your love for the moon became mine too,

And through it, I found my home.

 

Summary:  The moon once felt lonely to me, until I met you.

You loved the moon in a soft and beautiful way. Through your eyes,

 I learned to see the moon’s quiet magic. Your silent love made me

feel close to it too. Now, when I look at the moon, I feel at home.

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Love for the World

 

Love for the World

By

Arman Rashid

 

I didn’t always love the world.

It felt too loud, too fast, too cold.

People came and went so quick,

And kindness felt lost and weak.

 

But one morning, you held my hand,

And stopped by a blooming tree.

You smiled and said, "Look, it’s spring,"

And suddenly, the sky felt free.

 

There was room to breathe, to smile, to stay,

And I looked at you in a new way.

Not at the flowers, but at your face,

Where all the noise faded into grace.

 

You showed me how to slow things down-

How sunlight dances on the ground,

How an old man feeds birds with care,

How small things make the world rare.

 

One day, you laughed without a reason,

As the wind played with your hair in the season.

I asked, "Why do you love this life?"

You said, "Because it gives small gifts, not big piles."

 

At first, I didn’t understand,

But then I watched you- hand in hand.

You waved at strangers, picked up trash,

You listened, even when in a rush.

 

Slowly, a new feeling grew in me-

A soft love, naturally and free.

The world was still busy and loud,

But now I saw its beauty proud.

 

A little kindness, a little care,

A soft heart in a busy air.

You taught me love doesn’t have to be earned,

It can be given, simple and learned.

 

You loved the world like it was yours,

And through your eyes, it became mine too.

Now I stop, I breathe, I see,

And love this world, just like you.

 

Summary:  The poet didn’t always love the world; it felt loud,

 fast, and cold. One morning, someone special held their hand and

 showed them beauty. They learned to notice small things like trees,

 sunshine, and kindness. The person laughed and loved life for the

small gifts it gave. At first, the poet didn’t fully understand this way

 of seeing life. But by watching simple, caring acts, a soft love

grew inside them. The world was still busy, but now it felt more

beautiful and kind. The poet learned that love can be given freely

 without expecting anything back. Through that person’s gentle

view, the poet also started loving the world. Now, they live with

more care, joy, and love for everything around them.

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Love And Ruin In The Village

 

Love And Ruin In The Village

By

Arman Rashid

 

Ten years ago, love bloomed in the dawn, 

As I woke to the birds, their melody drawn. 

Farmers would journey, their fields to embrace. 

Life pulsed in the village, a radiant grace.

 

Beneath the grand tree, they'd rest in the shade, 

Their laughter and dreams in the warmth heat laid. 

Children at play as the sun kissed the land, 

Fields of gold swaying, a harvest so grand.

 

In harvest festival's embrace, joy would unfold, 

Farmers faces aglow, their stories retold. 

Through toil and through pain, they carved their delight, 

A heavenly joy in the soft moonlight.

 

Winter would whisper, its crisp, gentle plea, 

While villagers waited for sunlight to see. 

The land was a canvas, a life so profound, 

With farmlands and playgrounds, love all around.

 

But today, my heart aches, for the village has changed, 

The fields and the laughter are now rearranged. 

Where houses now rise, the trees disappear. 

The soul of the village fades year by year.

 

No longer do smiles light the paths that I tread, 

The joy of the farmers has quietly fled.

For as nature retreats, so too does the heart, 

And affection that once flourished is torn apart.

 

Oh, village of mine, my first love, my muse, 

How cruelly we've scarred you, how much we abuse. 

May we one day awaken and nurture your face, 

To reawakening the spirit, to honor your grace.

 

Summary:  The poet remembers a time when the village was full

 Of love, life, and happiness. Farmers, children, and nature lived

together in simple joy. Now, the village has changed with new

buildings replacing fields and trees. The laughter and spirit of the

village have faded away. The poet hopes people will realize this

loss and work to bring back the village’s beauty.

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Love for Islam

 

Love for Islam

By

Arman Rashid

 

I wasn’t looking for something big,

Just living my life, feeling okay.

Love was just a simple word to me,

And faith felt far, so far away.

 

Then one evening, scrolling slow,

I found a verse I didn’t know.

It spoke of peace, and hearts at rest,

Of love that feels pure and blessed.

 

I got curious and read some more,

And every word opened a door.

It felt like the sky turned deep and wide,

Like something beautiful grew inside.

 

I saw her standing, quiet in prayer,

No crowd, no show, just soft and fair.

Her hands were raised, her eyes closed tight,

Her heart was glowing in the light.

 

She didn’t know I watched her then,

But I saw beauty deep within.

In her silence, there was a spark,

A love so bright, yet soft and dark.

 

She wore her faith like precious gold,

Not loud, not proud, but brave and bold.

Her calm, soft voice, her simple way,

Made me want to learn and stay.

 

Not for her, but through her soul,

I saw my broken pieces whole.

She lived her life in gentle grace,

Each step a prayer, each smile a place.

 

I, who was lost and full of doubt,

Found a new way, a better route.

Not by force, not by loud call,

But by her kindness, standing tall.

 

One day I asked, "Why do you pray?"

She smiled and softly said, "To stay.

To stay in peace, to stay in love,

To stay close to the One above."

 

Since then, I search with heart and hand,

Reading every word to understand.

And now I stand, where she once stood—

In love with Islam, pure and good.

 

Summary:  I wasn’t looking for faith, but found it in simple

 moments. A woman’s quiet prayer showed me a new kind of beauty

 and peace. Through her calm and kindness, I saw a better way to

live. I started learning about Islam with an open heart. Now I

stand with love for Islam, strong and true.

 

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Love for God

 

Love for God

By 

Arman Rashid

 

I didn't fall in love- With God in one big moment.

Not through thunder, fear, or fire.

It came slowly, Like a soft breath,

Quieter than anything- I had ever known.

 

It started on a day- I almost forgot,

When I felt lost in a busy world.

People smiled like everything was perfect,

But inside, I was full of questions and doubts.

 

The sky was grey, The wind was soft,

It felt like- The wind knew my name.

I sat alone with nothing to do,

And somehow, Love for God found me.

 

There was no big voice, No sign in the sky,

Just a deep, quiet feeling inside.

I wasn’t asking for miracles anymore,

I just needed someone to understand.

 

I remembered stories from when I was young,

Stories of mercy, kindness, and faith.

Back then, God felt far away in the clouds,

But now, He felt close- Like warm love around me.

 

The more I felt broken, The closer He came,

He didn’t fix everything, But He stayed.

He didn’t judge me, Didn’t leave me,

He simply held, The broken parts of me.

 

I saw Him in small, Everyday moments-

In a mother’s prayer, A child’s smile,

A glass of water from a stranger’s hand,

The soft sound of waves on the beach.

 

God wasn’t in loud storms anymore,

He was in the calm after the rain.

He was in a friend’s quiet words,

When I had no strength to speak.

 

Slowly, I stopped needing proof.

I stopped begging for signs.

I just breathed, Whispered “God,”

And felt His love, fill the silence.

 

It wasn’t fire that changed me,

But a warm light that never left.

He stayed when I was alone,

A gentle promise that never gave up.

 

He loved me before I loved myself.

Even when I was weak and afraid,

He never turned away from me.

He stayed through all my broken pieces.

 

Now, loving God is not just a rule,

It’s how I live, how I breathe,

It’s in softer words, kinder thoughts,

And the anger I slowly let go.

 

I see Him every time I forgive,

Every time I fall and try again.

He is the love that never fades,

The peace inside every storm.

 

This love is quiet, but full.

It’s always near, even when unseen.

It’s in the tears I never cried,

And the strength behind my fears.

 

I love God, not because I have to,

But because He loved me first.

And in His love, I found myself —

Not perfect, but perfectly loved.

 

Summary:  I didn’t find God in big miracles, but in small,

quiet moments. When I felt lost and broken, He stayed with love

and kindness. God love wasn’t loud; it was soft, patient, and real.

I learned to see Him in everyday things like smiles and calm days.

Now I love God because He loved me first and never left me alone.

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