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POETS’ CORNER

By US Desk
24 January, 2025

Though I don’t claim perfection, it's my soul's reflection... Poetry, too, is etched within each sketch...

POETS’ CORNER

Poems forever

The New Colossus

By Emma Lazarus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride

from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset

gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild

eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!”

cries she

With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Colours without borders

By Abid Agha

I choose a canvas,

An easel, a palette of colors, and a brush.

I paint strings of imagination,

Portraying unmet dreams and desires.

My emotions, vibrant and creatively expressed,

Carry the bliss and joy, forever expressed.

As my painting nears its end,

The colors on the canvas set a new trend.

My art wields the power of illusion,

Though I don’t claim perfection, it's my soul's reflection.

Poetry, too, is etched within each sketch,

Colors alive, displayed on the cutting edge.

My painting, an endless dance of hues,

With no destination, no boundaries, no rules.

Art lovers gaze and comprehend my creation,

Each interpretation unique, a personal revelation.

My world

By Noman Aslam

In my world of laughter and play,

I dance through every bright day.

With sparkling eyes and a soul so free,

Everyone should explore the world like me.

Leave your worries far behind,

And let no one catch your joyful mind.

Dream happily under the stars' light,

Inshallah, Allah Almighty will make you bright.

Blurred eyes

By Zeba Aziz

I saw him leaving

With those blurred

Eyes of mine.

The tears helped

Where eyes were

Helpless, like me.

For those eyes

Could never imagine

His departure

From me.

It kept pouring

Until he could

Barely be seen.

With each blink,

I wanted him

To look back

At me.

The hopes

Drained down

With those

Tears, badly.

The blurry scenario

Was cruel indeed,

As bitter and harsh

As any of the truth.

Home and heart

By Esha Bakht

Home is where the heart is.

When you are away,

The place you miss

Is the one that is called home.

So, wherever you roam,

The place stays in your heart.

Even for a while,

When you come miles and miles,

Home is truly a place that can never be apart.

Dark soul

By Ali Asghar Ghani

Behind

A beautiful piece of writing,

We will find

A soul,

Teeming with darkness, pain and

Melancholy.