And holding a cup of steaming coffee, I’ll tell you how beautiful the fall has always been....
By Alexander Pope
A little learning is a dangerous thing;
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:
There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
And drinking largely sobers us again.
Fired at first sight with what the Muse imparts,
In fearless youth we tempt the heights of Arts;
While from the bounded level of our mind
Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind,
But, more advanced, behold with strange surprise
New distant scenes of endless science rise!
So pleased at first the towering Alps we try,
Mount o’er the vales, and seem to tread the sky;
The eternal snows appear already past,
And the first clouds and mountains seem the last;
But those attained, we tremble to survey
The growing labours of the lengthened way;
The increasing prospect tires our wandering eyes,
Hills peep o’er hills, and Alps on Alps arise!
By Uzair Mahmood
Staring at your eyes
Behind the tranquility and charm,
There is a storm coming.
Searching down the hard facade
Like a placid summer noon before a squall,
There is a storm coming.
Gazing at your clement stance
Of unruffled tree leaves before a thunder,
There is a storm coming.
By Laraib Zakir
Fallen leaves
And rustling winds.
Faded evenings
And misty nights.
Dusky mornings
And light breezes.
Occasional strolls
And perplexed skies.
Sitting by the window
And holding a cup of steaming coffee,
I’ll tell you how beautiful the fall has always been.
By Ali Jan Maqsood
Everything was perfect ere,
My beautiful past!
Gone!
Your companionship,
Your love,
Are these all over?
You promised to stay, but didn’t,
Went far away
I could not find you thereafter,
But your last wish is etched in my mind,
“Always keep smiling, my elder brother.”
Each passing breath reminds me of your wish,
Perhaps this is the sole reason I smile,
Everywhere I wonder,
With a smiley face as you wished.
Compiled by SK
