POETS’ CORNER

La divina commediaOriginally La commedia, The Divine Comedy, is a long narrative poem written in Italian around 1308-21 by Dante Alighieri. It is held to be one of the world’s great works of literature. Dante chose to call his poem a comedy (commedia in Italian) because it ends happily. The poem is divided into three parts: Inferno, Purgatorio, and Paradiso. The narrative describes Dante’s travels through Hell, Purgatory, and Paradise or Heaven, while allegorically the poem represents the soul’s journey towards God.According to Dante, the Gate of Hell is inscribed thus:“Through me you pass into the city of woe:Through me you pass into eternal pain:Through me among the people lost for aye.Justice the founder of my fabric moved:To rear me was the task of power divine,Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.Before me things create were none, save thingsEternal, and eternal I shall endure.All hope abandon, ye who enter here.” The UndoingBy Bushra RehmanI lie in agonyDrowning in my own tearsCursing life’s ironyFighting my own fearsWhere is my anchor?My shore is nowhere nearWhat I need right nowIs a cure for my tearBroken and shatteredWounded and abandonedMy time is now here;I see my blood everywhereWhen I am goneYou might miss meBut you won’t know; how it hit mehow the truth undid me.The wind of heavensBy Tahreem AsgharWith a howl there gathered a crowdA man came home with an open mouthHands were raised and slapped against the chestSomeone’s heart had stopped, someone’s breaths had come to rest The birds in bliss flew above the treesHaply chanting the prayers for the deceasedZephyr, the wind of heavens blew and soaredFor somebody’s heart will now grieve no more The leaves clapped and danced to the ZephyrWelcoming the dead into the heavens While the kinsmen wept howling in woeThe heavens shook with joy, Somebody’s eyes will now weep no more But what good has it all brought?Zephyr, the wind of heavens has since long not blownO Zephyr! Thee the wind of heavensWhy don’t you take the sorrowsAway from my grieving heart?HeroBy Mashaal FaridTowards the end of that long journeyI saw her skin scarred, feet burnt, palms bloodyButScarred skin is gold engravedBloody hands stamped warriorFeet that are burnt said, “She surpassed the assay”.Healed now that once shattered soul,Aggrandized that jolted dignity.RaindropsBy Laiba Muhammad AamirComposing a rhythm of nonrhythmic pattern;Falling vertically in a transparent shroudLike a troop on horses in flight,Blessed with nothingBut dagger of stubbornness and perseverance,With eyes gazing on their grail;Suddenly spread upon reaching their targetWithout warning;To absorb moreAnd get absorbed moreBy the oneness of Earth;Where the existence is longer separated.

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