This Korean poem was translated by Chae-Pyong Song and Anne Rashid...
Poems forever
By Ahn Do-hyun
The river
took pity on the delicate snowflakes,
which jumped down into none other than the river water
and disappeared, melting shapelessly.
So, it tossed and turned,
to change its posture
before the snowflakes hit its water.
Every time it turned, the river water made a fierce sound.
Unknowingly,
the innocent snow fell endlessly,
and the river,
from the night before,
began to form thin ice, starting from its edge,
in order to save the snow with its own body.
-This Korean poem was translated by Chae-Pyong Song and Anne Rashid
By Ali Asghar Ghani
My poems are colourblind
As they speak only of darkness
Why they say?
Words I write carry corpses of
emotions murdered by depression
Through my words I hold depression
accountable for its crimes
For
depression is an introvert organism
consume slowly, fearful to be exposed
My words protect me from depression
They are my
antidepressant pills, twinkling stars,
shining armour against the illegal immigrant
By Maryam Shah
It’s not the face
neither the body
nor the gender
It isn’t about the bank balance
or the property
neither a sporty car
nor a lavish house
It’s something abstract
neither visible
nor touchable
It’s in the soul
something which can only be felt
hidden under covers
no ordinary can see
Tools can’t measure
no judge can rank
the words can’t describe
To look at it
it needs to be
in the eye
of the beholder
It requires to be felt
by the heart and seen
through the soul.
By Nazish Sabir
The year was a journey of loss and gain,
Was a struggle to maintain and regain,
Things that mattered and that were needed to attain,
The year was a blessing indeed regardless of strains,
An expedition to self-discovery and knowing more about God,
A trip to places in search of God;
From visiting my mind to the silence in chaos,
A journey worthy to be remembered,
Of course!
Compiled by SK
