Namra Ali Khan: Poetry Collection

A Gamble Called New Life

Since childhood, there was a home so dear,

Where love was certain, and none to fear.

A place where whims were always embraced,

Where every demand found its rightful place.

It was the shelter from the world outside,

A haven of peace where she could hide.

Without a thought, she voiced her will,

Her father listened, her mother stood still.

With laughter and tears, with childish grace,

She ruled that world, her safest space.

But time has come, the hour is near,

To step away from all held dear.

Now a journey begins, unknown and wide,

Into a house where she’s yet to reside.

New parents, new faces, new bonds to weave,

A world of strangers she must believe.

No more commands with a fearless tone,

No careless wishes easily shown.

Each word measured, each step refined,

Her heart must bend, her soul aligned.

The weight of duty upon her stand,

The home’s new balance rests in her hand.

For the house she leaves will fade away,

A cherished dream of yesterday.

And in this place, she strives with care,

To win their hearts, to claim her share.

But deep inside, she whispers true,

This life I build is a wager too.

So pray the hearts she meets are kind,

With gentle hands, and open mind.

For marriage begins with hope so bright,

Yet in truth, it is a gamble of life.

When the Sky Weeps Too

It rains again, and the scent of earth

Wraps the world in a soft rebirth.

Whispers of insects, hush of leaves,

In this silence, the soul still grieves.

A warm cup of coffee in my hand,

But a sea inside I barely understand—

Waves of questions, storms of pain,

Stories untold in every refrain.

Whom do I miss? To whom do I speak?

Which wound still bleeds, which heart is weak?

Eyes crave tears like skies crave rain,

But no complaints now, no more blame.

I feel like an umbrella in their skies,

Needed only when the storm cries.

Once the sun returns to play—

They fold me up and walk away.

No one here feels like home,

No arms to hold, just winds that roam.

No one listens to the ache within,

No one knows where I have been.

Like the moon lost behind the haze,

Like stars that vanish from the gaze,

My spirit hides in shadows deep,

While the world around me falls asleep.

But still I stand—silent and true,

In rain or shine, I shelter you.

Even if no one sees my fight,

I’ll be their shade, their borrowed light.

Beneath the Broken Roof

Beneath a roof that trembles in the storm,

Where walls carry cracks, yet hearts stay warm,

There blooms a strength no world can define,

A spirit unbroken, a love so divine.

Empty plates whisper of hunger’s reign,

Yet hope is served again and again.

Hands that tremble still choose to give,

Teaching what it truly means to live.

In the quiet hours when the world is asleep,

Promises are guarded, memories kept deep.

Every tear is hidden, every sigh suppressed,

So little souls may only feel blessed.

The footsteps of innocence echo in the air,

Each sound a reminder of a silent prayer.

The journey is long, the nights often cold,

But dreams are woven with threads of gold.

The weight of the world may bend the spine,

But never the will, nor love’s design.

Even when fate seems cruel, unkind,

The heart finds reasons to stay aligned.

The sun may scorch, the rains may pour,

Yet shelter is built with arms that endure.

Shadows may linger, trials may stay,

But light is carved in the darkest day.

For nurture is not just feeding or care,

It’s carrying burdens no one will share.

It’s choosing silence, it’s bearing the pain,

And smiling again, and again, and again.

This is the story the heavens admire,

Of love that burns, yet never tires.

A tale unsung, yet deeply known,

Of roots that break, so flowers are grown.

About the Author:

Namra Ali Khan is a 23-year-old passionate writer who has been in love with words since her earliest years, when pen and paper became her dearest companions. A creative yet straightforward soul, she finds beauty in turning her imagination into poetry, weaving words together like pearls strung into a necklace. Through her heartfelt verses, Namra hopes to let the world know her true self and dreams of building a meaningful career in writing where her voice can inspire and connect with others.