By S. K
Fri, 12, 23

Done playing ‘this and that’ whilst listening to jokers by my side....



as freedom is a breakfastfood

By e.e. cummings

as freedom is a breakfastfood

or truth can live with right and wrong

or molehills are from mountains made

-long enough and just so long

will being pay the rent of seem

and genius please the talentgang

and water most encourage flame

as hatracks into peachtrees grow

or hopes dance best on bald men’s hair

and every finger is a toe

and any courage is a fear

-long enough and just so long

will the impure think all things pure

and hornets wail by children stung

or as the seeing are the blind

and robins never welcome spring

nor flatfolk prove their world is round

nor dingsters die at break of dong

and common’s rare and millstones float

-long enough and just so long

tomorrow will not be too late

worms are the words but joy’s the voice

down shall go which and up come who

breasts will be breasts and thighs will be thighs

deeds cannot dream what dreams can do

-time is a tree (this life one leaf)

but love is the sky and i am for you

just so long and long enough

God’s plan

By Nazish Sabir

Life spent as if a roller coaster ride.

Done playing ‘this and that’ whilst listening to jokers by my side.

Tables turned, egos burnt.

And so the pretentious natures.

Wandering around the canvas of needs and dreams,

Met beings,

Got along with a few,

However, learnt a million lessons to inspire.


By Zahra Zafar

Do you ever lay awake?

Rain splattering on your window

Heart moving where the wind blows

Questioning your existence

Thinking about resistance

Or ruined dreams you have chased

Decisions you could have made

Bridges you have burned

Lessons you never learned

Do you ever lay awake?

Thinking about children begging on the streets

Those kids with tainted childhood and bruised feet

About people who went but were never willing

People who died but are still living

Obsessive-compulsive thinking

Life rattled, shattered, sinking

Flustered mind, haunted emotions

Soul-stirring with incessant commotion

Do you ever lie awake?

Happy child

By MaH Noor

Wandering around

In the midst of forest

Vast plains and lakes

And on the other side, mountains

I run crazy

Till I’m out of breath

I look at the sky

Feeling like a child

Wishing everywhere

At the beach

Ocean waves and wind gusts

People on the other side

I want to live

All the memories I could have

I want to be a child

But this time a happy child

Compiled by SK