What freeman knoweth freedom? Never he
Whose father’s father through long lives have reigned
O’er kingdoms which mere heritage attained.
Though from his youth to age he roam as free
As winds, he dreams not freedom’s ecstasy.
But he whose birth was in a nation chained
For centuries; where every breath was drained
From breasts of slaves which knew not there could be
Such thing as freedom,—he beholds the light
Burst, dazzling; though the glory blind his sight
He knows the joy. Fools laugh because he reels
And wields confusedly his infant will;
The wise man watching with a heart that feels
Says: “Cure for freedom’s harms is freedom still.”
- Helen Hunt Jackson
By Adnan Ahmad Khan
Did you ever notice?
The radiant change
In the colour of the leaves,
The branches of the pale faces
And the trunks of the sunless skies,
When a bird whispers
In the ears of its realm.
It wears the bright changes
When the distant echoes of our story
Whispers in my heart.
By Majda Ulfat
Same time ticking on the clock
No matter how they mock
I am still in shock
My optimism IS hitting the bottom rock
I am gathering all my hopes to knock
At the door of miracle
To you, it may sound lyrical
But for me even breathing is an obstacle
Because I miss you
Out of longing and love I have for you
With the little flickering spark
I have, I will continue to walk
Through the dark
I will continue to smile
Through every trial...
By Amna Nadeem
Deeply involved and invested in you.
Sacrificing my sleep and time for you.
Waiting for you to text or call.
Positioning you above all.
Trying to understand.
Where I actually stand.
Compiled by SK
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