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POETS’ CORNER

By S. K
Fri, 11, 22

After Queen Elizabeth died, he was accused of plotting against her successor King James I and was sentenced to death and was beheaded in 1618....

POETS’ CORNER

Of poets and poems

Sir Walter Raleigh (1554–1618)

Sir Walter Raleigh was a true Renaissance man: He was a courtier

in the court of Queen Elizabeth I, and

an explorer, adventurer, warrior, and poet. He is famous for putting down his cloak over a puddle for Queen Elizabeth in an act of stereotypical chivalry.

So it’s no surprise that he would be a writer of romantic poetry.

After Queen Elizabeth died, he was accused of plotting against her successor King James I and was sentenced to death and was beheaded in 1618.

“The Silent Lover, Part 1”

Passions are liken’d best to

floods and streams:

The shallow murmur, but the

deep are dumb;

So, when affection yields

discourse, it seems

The bottom is but shallow

whence they come.

They that are rich in words,

in words discover

That they are poor in that

which makes a lover.

Two loves

By Maryam Shah

The sun can’t rise twice a day

You can’t take two breaths

And your lips can’t utter two words simultaneously

Your face can’t be happy and sad at the same time

You can’t be in two places at one time

You can’t live two lives at once concurrently

Then, how, my dear,

Could a heart fit in two loves at a time?

Ray of light

By Noor Ul Huda

When no one is around

In the dark gloomy night

I think of you

As fire’s light.

Your thoughts

Your vibes

Your positivity

Won’t be banished from my life

You are no more here

You don’t talk to me anymore

But your words

Still guide me

Whenever I take a step

I think of your words

As rays of light

Which show me

The path that’s right

Those vibes

Those words

Are enough

For the rest of my life

A warm cup of coffee and me

By Abid Agha

A warm cup of coffee

Holding firm in my hand

Absorbing its warmth.

Taking slowly, sip by sip.

Suddenly, puffs of dark clouds appear

In front of my eyes

Start hiding the chains of Margalla Hills

Rain drops swing with scented cool breeze,

Twisting on my head with ease.

All is around sans you.

Compiled by SK