These pools that, though in forests, still reflect ... The total sky almost without defect ...
Poems forever
By Robert Frost
These pools that, though in forests, still reflect
The total sky almost without defect,
And like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver,
Will like the flowers beside them soon be gone,
And yet not out by any brook or river,
But up by roots to bring dark foliage on.
The trees that have it in their pent-up buds
To darken nature and be summer woods --
Let them think twice before they use their powers
To blot out and drink up and sweep away
These flowery waters and these watery flowers
From snow that melted only yesterday.
By Anas A. Khan
Where does this path now lead me?
If I knew, it would defeat me.
My life once knew serenity,
As if peace was meant for me.
But not all lives are the same,
Not you and I—our joys, our pain.
Many find solace, calm, and glee,
Yet struggle holds no shame.
Walking away from pain feels right,
Yet not the remedy in sight.
I wonder why I linger here,
As rain pours where I stand tonight.
Mellowness may quiet the mind,
Yet its silence can be unkind.
I roam in peace, but still, I ask—
Must I fight or stay confined?
Siesta drifts into deep slumber,
The ocean awaits the Humber.
The nation must awaken now,
As demise calls forth its thunder.
By Esha Bakht
A memory evoked
in me of the past.
Fleeting flashbacks
once thought lost.
My carefree days when
I was a child
When I was careless,
free and wild.
The golden hours that I had.
They are long lost, how sad.
By Umaima Hoorain
I pray for the day when
Palestine will be free,
The day when,
Children will wake up to the light of the sun,
Not to the sound of bombs,
The day when,
Fathers will carry toys for their
children in plastic bags,
Not their children,
The day when,
Mothers will Look for their children
in playgrounds,
Not in the rubbles,
The day when,
Ice cream trucks will carry
ice creams, not martyrs.
By Abid Agha
Blossoming flora welcomes the day,
Fragrance in the air—soothing, light, and gay.
Spaces adorned with pansies and petunias,
A spectacle of hues—truly an extravaganza.
Landscapes draped in vibrant green,
A display of nature’s beauty, serene.
Birds return to their nesting places,
Perched on trees and shrubs in quiet embraces.
My soul rejuvenates as I breathe in deep,
Nature transforms—its wonders steep.
Honeybees dance around spring’s bloom,
Sipping nectar, their flavors consumed.
Roses, eternal, never ignored,
Their colors and aromas yet unexplored.
Spring bids adieu to winter’s chill,
Opening summer’s doors with a gentle thrill.
