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