I’m a truck driver, rolling down the highway.... I’m a raw artist too....
Poems forever
By William Wordsworth
I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:—
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
By Abid Agha
I’m a truck driver, rolling down the highway.
I’m a raw artist too.
I have decorated my truck to my taste.
It is painted bright red, pink, beige, and green.
This moving art is rarely seen.
Lots of images are sketched on it—
Flowers, clouds, and birds,
Along with verses of my choice,
A fancy grace, a poetic voice.
Verses that portray love and solace.
I drive from city to city, and town to town,
Daily from sunrise to sundown.
People wave, their laughter bright,
As my vibrant truck gleams in the light.
A splash of color, a fleeting delight,
Leaving smiles in the fading light.
By Shamsa Kanwal
As days go by and life unfolds,
Reality reveals its truest gold.
Your kindness, once abundant and free,
Now deserves to be reserved,
not for all to see.
Few people prove to be genuinely kind,
While others hide behind a mask refined.
Some, with malice deep in their heart,
Spread slander and blame—a wicked art.
Their words, a whispered,
venomous sting,
Aimed at your heart,
where love once clung.
Their actions, a reflection of their soul,
Leave your kindness to wither,
lose its goal.
But still, you rise and move
forward with grace,
Leaving the haters in their toxic space.
Yet they remain, stuck in their
vicious ways,
Backbiting endlessly through futile days.
No more will you lavish love so true
On those who abuse and mistreat anew.
Your heart, now wiser, beats with care,
Guarding the love you once shared so fair.
For in life's journey, you've come to see
That kindness, though precious,
must be set free.
Surround yourself with those who uplift,
And keep your heart safe
from the venomous drift.
