I’m Not That “She” (Poetry)

Dare you never

To control,

Nor convince,

Neither force me.

I can’t entertain your wishes —

I’m not that she.

Still you want me to follow?

Fix this thing in your mind shallow.

My soul is mine.

My choice is fine.

I’m not the bird – you can cage.

I’m a butterfly,

I wander as per my taste.

I sit on beauties which reflect respect.

I’ll stay where the smell of love is felt.

‐Sana Mahin. (Copyright reserved)

Abandoned daughter (poetry)

I hardly weigh 10 pounds

Still I’m like a burden for some.

Unlike other kids, I’m not loved

I got abandoned

Along with my mother

By my so-called father,

For whom marriage was just a game,

Least he had any shame.


I feel mother is luckier than me,

Many are ready to accept her,

Still she hold a charm in her,

People say, she’s of some use.


But I became a stone in her path,

To get a new light in her life.

Though I can’t walk

And hardly can talk.


Some men don’t want a ready-made daughter,

For them, their genetic share matters.

Some men fear about expenses.

I didn’t even got all my milky teeth

I feed on milk, little oxygen I breath.


Someday mom may get married again,

Aunties won’t let her live in pain.

After which, I’ll be totally alone,

My right to be called as her daughter will be gone.

Her new husband may not want a ready-made daughter,

My story will be shared in parties with hidden laughter.

After all, I’m an abandoned daughter,

No one wants me, because genetic share matters..

©® Sana Mahin..

Written with a heavy heart..

Can I still be called patriot?

O’ lord,

You created a huge piece of land,

As a gift for mankind..

Decorated with ribbons

Of five huge oceans,

We draw few lines

And kept extending it..

Dividing your beautiful gift

Nations we split..

We are taught to love

Only our part of land

Where we born..

O’ lord,

Is this why you created earth?

To draw lines

And fight wars?

Can’t we love the total gift?

And still be called patriot?

©®Sana Mahin..

I love my country and I don’t need to prove this.. I feel loving your country is an obvious emotion, you don’t need to develop it..

Sometimes I feel either we are Indian, American, European.. We should be Earthian first..

Thank you for reading..

Mystery of Rainfall..

The falling of rain is a mystery,

Some thought the drops dancing,

Enjoying their chemistry..

Some feel it’s crying,

As they left the cemetery..


For me, it reveals history

Of being abandoned by the clouds..

Showing no signs of injury,

Falling with liberty breaking all bonds,

It symbolizes victory..!

©®Sana Mahin..

I think we should all learn this from rain..

Thank you..

Wedding anniversary.. (poetry)

Pain pierced me, When I wrote the


Something inside me began to ate…

I did not actually forgot,

It’s the day I celebrated a lot…

It’s the day, my dad married a fairy,

People call it their wedding anniversary…

To give a surprise to mom and dad,

How crazy fights, we siblings had..

I remember how we saved money,

Forbidding some candies of orange and honey…

When we looked at the candles on cake,

We wished their bond to never shake..

Today I can’t wish a happy anniversary,

To that lonely sweet fairy…

Her prince had been taken away,

Divine separation made her alone stay…

I wish their reunion in heaven,

Above all the skies seven…

May they celebrate million anniversaries,

In the land of no separation and worries…

©®Sana Mahin…

Love you mumma and papa… (Aameen)

(I wrote this yesterday on the occasion of my their wedding anniversary.. )

Thanks for reading..

My dear arrived.. (poetry)

I started loving my city more,

Someone came back, far from seven shores..

It seems the scent of his feet brought springs,

The soil of my town had cracked rings..

At moments, I’m dancing along with cool breeze,

In the very next, thoughts made me freeze…

Our watches showing time same,

I’m behaving so senseless, whom to blame..?

The sand should stop falling in the hour glass,

I don’t want this time to ever pass…

People ask me the reason for my smiles,

How can I tell, someone is back from thousand miles…!

©®Sana Mahin…

I’ve written this on a request of a friend.. Though I never experienced this feeling, I totally enjoyed writing it..It was an amazing feeling to feel this extremely happiest emotion..😊

I hope I justified her feelings..

Thanks for reading..

As the day ends.. (poetry)

Sometimes day starts with rays gloomy,

Melodious birds can’t suppress melancholy..

Even coffee taste bitter,

Greetings feel tough to utter..


Somehow moving sun tries to convince,

Treats me like a royal prince..

Lunch sounds somewhat better,

Time is a big sorrow cutter..


Somewhere beyond the mountains,

Sun sets behind dark curtains..

Miraculously all the worries ends,

Sometimes, as the day ends…

©® Sana Mahin..