By Tahreem Asghar
Summer has begun
But why is the wind still cold?
My heart is here
But where did the beat go?
The days begin and end
But where did the will go?
I breathe the same air as others
But why does it make me choke?
The air smells of yesterdays
But why am I weeping alone?
My heart aches
But where did the words go?
I stood in the mustard field
But where did your brace go?
I run but all the roads
I take, take me back to my mind and soul
My eyes are filled with tears
But why won’t the tears flow?
When the seasons change
Why do I feel so dejected and low?
Summer has begun
But why is the wind still cold?
My heart is here
But where did the beat go...
Paul Laurence Dunbar
A little bird, with plumage brown,
Beside my window flutters down,
A moment chirps its little strain,
Ten taps upon my window-pane,
And chirps again, and hops along,
To call my notice to its song;
But I work on, nor heed its lay,
Till, in neglect, it flies away.
So birds of peace and hope and love
Come fluttering earthward from above,
To settle on life’s window-sills,
And ease our load of earthly ills;
But we, in traffic’s rush and din
Too deep engaged to let them in,
With deadened heart and sense plod on,
Nor know our loss till they are gone.
By Hira Nasir
Stone hearts.
Cold stares
Unreal smiles
Fake relationships
What are we humans upto?
Pretending to be what we are not
But the questions are
Why?
For whom?
To prove what?
Only that we are liars!,
Imposters,
Hypocrites
But the only thing I know for sure is
That Liars don’t live long enough
To tell their tales.
They become trapped
In the web,
They carefully make.