By S. K
Fri, 02, 24

I was angry with my friend .... I told my wrath, my wrath did end....



A poison tree

By William Blake

I was angry with my friend:

I told my wrath, my wrath did end.

I was angry with my foe:

I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears

Night and morning with my tears,

And I sunned it with smiles

And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,

Till it bore an apple bright,

And my foe beheld it shine,

And he knew that it was mine,—

And into my garden stole

When the night had veiled the pole;

In the morning, glad, I see

My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

Romantic stroll on the beach

By Umair Rehman

At the seashore, at a glance

Saw my cherished heart dance

My spirit is pure


By Amna Ameer

They ask me where my home is

I say it is somewhere here

And still far away

Home is just a trick

My mind plays and calls it nostalgia

They don’t know what it‘s like

To want to see winter age

In your mother’s eyes

And hear the sound of your father

As you drift in deep sleep

Somehow I’m equipped for it all

But still can’t figure out

A life without my family

When the balancing act

Caves and I fall

I keep asking

Why is one love more worthy than it all?

Why can’t I sit in the winter sun

Basking in my mother’s love

Why must I have to wait patiently

While I see others

Rejoicing, reminiscing, fulfilling

Their past lives

With missing pieces

And knitting them together

Like a holy tapestry

Of salvaged memories

But what made them so special?

As mine burnt in the background

Feels like my life and its uniqueness

Has all disappeared

Like white noise

Someone came and told me

It really didn’t matter

One day, one month a year

I’m not destined to be content

Because while the others reap the fruit

Of their lives aging

I must only learn patience

And imagine how it tastes

When you desire something

And you achieve it

You hold it on your hands

Smother your fingers with it

And lick the last piece

And no one can take away from you

A life lived fully

Only people like me

Can watch in envy and ruminate

Why was I denied this pleasure?

Why does my life always take the backstage?

Compiled by SK