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Euphony: A series of musically pleasant sounds, conveying a sense of harmony and beauty to the language.

Example:

Than Oars divide the Ocean,

Too silver for a seam—

Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon

Leap, plashless as they swim.

— “A Bird Came Down the Walk,” Emily Dickenson (last stanza)

I’ll wait

By Laraib Zakir

Maybe holding onto is tiring,

Excruciatingly draining of what is left

It’s a little melancholy that goes a long way,

Something that withers you away.

Although wilted, you still want it to stay

That is why

After waiting for so long

The mind betrays the heart,

heart that yearns to cling on

For a little longer

But how long is that little longer?

It’s too farfetched ever to come back,

Infinitely fabricated to ever become true

And too abstract even to exist.

Comes the brittle answer

The damage is what

I wish to reverse

All I now want is the life

Before I met you

The once strong belief starts to fade away

In a room flickering with doubts,

The fainted arguments

Gradually die, over and over again

Until they are finally buried.

Taking your name for the last time

The heart skips a beat

A calm then settles

And that is when I ask you

What have I been waiting for this long?

A cold walk

By Mashaal Farid

And these crispy notes; crippled

Turned to gold shades.

In the retailing amber orchids,

From the pale fantasies of mosaic allegories...

To hectic endings

I progressed my pilgrimage to your city.

Save me

By Javeria Ali Khan

I keep searching for you every day,

And I am losing my sanity; people say

But I won’t give up on you, no way!

It’s my firm belief that I’ll find you someday

My heart is bleeding pain;

I want to cry it away…

Deep inside me, I am flooded with tears;

This “Iron Lady” is rusting away…

In front of this world,

So strong I stay

But I want to fall apart in front of you,

In the most fragile way

After all, I can’t deny,

That I’m just made of clay

If you don’t come to save me,

In my own tears, I’ll disappear someday….

By Bariyah Faisal

Hiding behind that wall

Stealing those glances

I suck in air,

Finally able to breathe

This game of hide and seek

where I go to my usual spot

And you find me there,

Taking me all in one breadth

We play this game like a ritual

Those few moments are our happy moments

So let us drown in them for eternity.

Black Prisoner

Ali Asghar Ghani

Within the prison behind my eyes,

when the black prisoner begins to and fro motion,

like the bob of a pendulum

I construct an invisible key made up of words,

to unlock him before he spreads his darkness

such words make me feel as light and free,

like a balloon floating in the air

Compiled by SK

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