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POETS’ CORNER

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By S. K
Fri, 07, 20

Evenings wrapped in red petals of sumbal trees, Ushering in spring, Till it all gets clothed....


Full moon

By Amna Ameer

Evenings wrapped in red petals of sumbal trees,

Ushering in spring,

Till it all gets clothed

In the ominous sheets

Of darkness

As night crawls inside

The untouched corners

Of a house

That belongs to no one

The walls cave in

And the memories crumble

Under the weight

Of empty promises

And innocent hands

That haven't been touched

By the moon

Blushing in the hue

Of a setting sky

The petals reflect

With their crimson

And spread in the wind

And rising clouds

Over tea cups

And incomplete conversations

Where once past used to be

Now is only a remnant

Of a picture frame

That has been broken

By time

And only dirt settles

Imbibed to the plane blackness

Trying to hold together

The memory that was once lived

Wholeheartedly

And now only

Breathes from under the rubble

Not enough to cause alarm

Only enough to exist

The demon walks through us

With a silence

Weaved over my lips

My eyes blinded by

False hope

My ears buried by the voices

Inside my head

They tell me I'm lost

When in fact

This is the first time

I've found

This is not

Who I used to be

For now,

The only bargain I make

At the altar of life and death

Is to remember

The person I was

Bruises and all

Fading in the evening sky

Till the moon rises again.

Poems forever

Two went up into the temple to pray

By Richard Crashaw

Two went to pray? O rather say

One went to brag, th’ other to pray:

One stands up close and treads on high,

Where th’ other dares not send his eye.

One nearer to God’s altar trod,

The other to the altar’s God.

A HAPPY BALLOON

By Mashaal Farid

Up in the air

Like a cheeky teddy bear

When these trials will end

And worries not in hand

Music we'll create

And lilies we'll date

Tulips we'll grow

And happiness we'll plough

Stay there!

A little more, Honey

Just a little more

Again we'll find

A love so kind

Gain after this last loss

Peace after chaos

Stay there!

A little more, Honey,

Just a little more.

Stay there!

A little more, Honey

Just a little more

Our joy is near

Listen close and hear

This is ending soon

The future is playing

a jolly tune.

The call

By Bushra Majid

A koel I have found,

And since then

I hear the voice,

The call and then the sight

Loud and clear,

So very near

Calling out to me,

To keep him company!

Compiled by SK