POETS’ CORNER

Poems foreverDecorating a cake while  listening to tennis The commentator’s rabbiting on and onabout how it’s so easy for Roger, resentmentthick as butter still in a box. Yet wordfrom those who’ve done their homeworkis how the man loves to train-how muchhe relishes putting in the hoursjust as magicians shuffle card after card,countless to mere humansbut carefully all accounted for.At hearing “luck” again, I stopuntil my hands relax their clutchon the cone from which a dozen morepeonies are to materialize. I make it look easyto grow a garden on top of a sheetof fondant, and that’s how it should appear:as natural and as meant-to-beas the spin of a ball from the sweetest spotof a racquet whisked through the air like a wand.- Peg DuthieLoveBy Amna AmeerThe autumn leaves,Flickering in the sun,The light softly,Running over the stories,Told by the falling trees,Dried over the ground,Silent sighs,Hush over the memories,Of how it was,The last time,As clear as this morning,The pain once,Stood oblivious,Naked to any comfort,It could not be hidden,And so it became,All the more evident,Every passing evening,Dying with the sunset,The wails smelt of smoke,And the silence lingered,All night,Till again the sun rose,And the clouds gilded,Over the sky watching over,Falling crimson leaves,Making time stand still,The world moving slower,The pain quieter,And love more forgiving,The sheer purity,Of solitude,Kept in itself,The promise of recovery,With every ending,I held on to the beginning,For what is worth,Love is love is love.MasksBy Hafsa SardarPeople tend to wear masks,Some wear it for deceit,Some wear it for self protection,Some wear it to conceal the truth,Some wear it to hide what the truly are,Masks are not all worn for illusions.A hundred winters in our heartsBy Sa’ad Nazeer Have you ever felt friendless?I have, it feels like a Romantic Breaking out of Puritan prisonThe freedom gained from this oppression Goes uncelebrated Into your countenance it creepsCeases the vagrant eye to wanderSmiles steal away The Frank-Slade air appears on your faceThen feels as if we’re oppressed By the same freedom we fought forFrivolous eves and frivolous morns Pass without any stirs or stormsSo does one delirium Only to come backAt the blink of a momentThe moment that makes you unassailable The moment that tempts you to go aloofBut the moment lasts not longerThan a single-night-blooming cereusThe need yet again oars us back Into the uninviting bosoms- Of our sweets and amigos.Disrelish is a heartache; Love is a heartacheAh! The contrast between the two.Compiled by SKKindly send your contibutions at: uspoetscorner@gmail.com

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