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POETS’ CORNER

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By S. K
Fri, 02, 20

Will make you feel like you were never in the wild...And when He puts his hand on your heart and tell you to let it all go...

Nights in the Castle

By Adnan Ahmad Jadoon

Over the thousand broken mistrusts;

One broken trust dominates

Every ounce of heart breaks

As trust by definition is faith.

What are you looking for

In the scorching heat of the sun?

The nights are always cold

In the castles of large kingdoms

Masked face

By Hira Zaryaab

Darkness prevails

Leaving a trail of shattered souls

Engulfing light

Through loops of horror

Soot and sky are close together

Billows the exquisite thunder of sorrow

Bitter truths embarked upon

Reflecting the face masked before

Haven

By Bee

If you are running in the wild,

Bruises on your face,

Your hair all messed up

Your heart feels heavy and

Your thoughts are clouded

Make sure to find your way to Him

He will provide you with warmth and comfort

Will make you feel like you were never in the wild

And when He puts his hand on your heart and tell you to let it all go

Do let it go

You will feel numb

The feeling of desolation will be all over you

As if a part of you is snatched away

But He will hold your hand through this new journey

And when He makes you laugh

You will finally know what it feels like to live in the moment

You have to heal yourself,

No one else can do that,

But His support makes it a little less difficult to find your way in a labyrinth

So, I would say

Hold on to that support

A Dream Within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow:

You are not wrong who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand—

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep—while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allan Poe

Compiled by SK