POETS’ CORNER

She is the warmest place in the cold world ... She is the melodious tune in a soulful chord ...

By US Desk
May 19, 2023

POEMS FOREVER

Buried Love

By Sara Teasdale

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I shall bury my weary Love

Beneath a tree,

In the forest tall and black

Where none can see.

I shall put no flowers at his head,

Nor stone at his feet,

For the mouth I loved so much

Was bittersweet.

I shall go no more to his grave,

For the woods are cold.

I shall gather as much of joy

As my hands can hold.

I shall stay all day in the sun

Where the wide winds blow,

But oh, I shall weep at night

When none will know.

New path

By Laiba Muhammad Aamir

Revolving around in a gigantic circle

Where direction changes but not circumstance

And speed changes but not distance

And where there is no new start or end

But two are the same

We tell them to cut the loop

At any point

Make it straight

And get a new path

But they haven’t decided yet

Which point to strike

They seem never to.

She is my heaven

By Zahra Zafar

She is the warmest place in the cold world

She is the melodious tune in a soulful chord

She is the sanctuary I always seek

When I am strong or when I am weak

She is the luminescent light on tenebrous nights

She becomes my shield in contentious fights

She listens to me when no one hears

She cares for me when no one dares

She finds me when I am lost

She gathers me when I am distort

She is the brightest star in the sky

She gives me her wings so I can fly

She is the gentle breeze in sweltering days

She always remembers me in her prayers

She is the sun I revolve around

She is the force that keeps me sound

She is the hope, love and dream

She is the blessing of Allah for me

She is my heaven on earth.

She is my heaven on earth.

Feral

By Hanya Zafar Barry

Strip away my flesh,

And see what remains.

A skeleton of bones,

Or a soul, or a prey?

Vultures hover around,

Keen to rip me piece by piece.

But I’ll die when they kill my purpose,

Only then will they devour the essence of my being.

Because what is one without what one loves?

Without the fervour, the passion we put into our work.

And if you take away my dream,

Will I still have the same identity?

Perhaps I’ll go feral,

They’ll call me insane.

Or maybe, I won’t wholly change,

Only become a bit less human.

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