POETS’ CORNER

A Dream Within a DreamBy Edgar Allan Poe Take this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow -You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seemIs but a dream within a dream.I stand amid the roarOf a surf-tormented shore,And I hold within my handGrains of the golden sand -How few! yet how they creepThrough my fingers to the deep,While I weep - while I weep!O God! Can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp?O God! can I not saveOne from the pitiless wave?Is all that we see or seemBut a dream within a dream?LADY A’s SONGBy Bahram ShahlIEre the brooding sun pitches up the skies,The tenderness that is your heart dies,And the storm within you roars and cries;“Enough! Enough with all the lies.”IIO withered rose on a wasteland tombA hundred deaths you too have diedBefore touching that youthful bloomWhich dwells in you still dignified.IIIIs it too early or am I too late?Must I endure another season’s wait?To touch those locks of golden hueOr my tardiness I shall forever rue.IVWill ever I woo those doleful eyes?So distant when they should be nigh.With a love loftier than mountains highShall this fondness then immortalizeVWhy so desolate, why so hush?You long for one who is not muchOf a man or child in spirit or nameBut a ghost forgone why forlorn remain?When this life is but a few days taleQuit this wavering now, lift your veilVIIf you won’t sing in this blissful gleeWhere will I find one fairer than thee?Or end up done in some drunken spreeSo let’s walk a few steps, Lady A-Beg you I, don’t say nay!Branded heartBy Aafia D. GilaniHere I am solely on my own. There are walls all around me, But nothing I can lean on. A few feet of flesh and blood, Yet nothing I can call my own. Maybe along with my angels, I left myself with you too. Because, honey, look where I stand, With a branded heart and empty hands.You are still lovedBy Mahvash IrshadDon’t marry your bloodwith morbidity.I won’t ask youto return my lovewith two fold interest.You can shelter my lovein your cells andwhenever the feelingof less lovedkicks your stomach,you can squeeze my loveout of your membranesand let it quilt youwith warmth and an alarmthat you are still loved.BohemianBy Anam AfzaalVoices Weigh me down.I hope someday,Courage finds its way to me.Turning ears deafTo the world.Shedding all the skins,As light as feather.We see each other,Eye to eye;My true self and I.Maybe, one day.Compiled by SKKindly send your contibutions at: uspoetscorner@gmail.com

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