POETS’ CORNER

Poems foreverBefore I built a wall I’d ask to knowWhat I was walling in or walling out,And to whom I was like to give offence.Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,That wants it down.” I could say “Elves” to him,But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d ratherHe said it for himself. I see him thereBringing a stone grasped firmly by the topIn each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.He moves in darkness as it seems to me,Not of woods only and the shade of trees.He will not go behind his father’s saying,And he likes having thought of it so wellHe says again, “Good fences make good neighbours.”Taken from Mending Wall by Robert FrostPart of the dealBy Binte HawaIt’s all part of the dramaticPlay of life,Sometimes it’s my day,Sometimes it’s your day,I believe that,So you believeAs well,Times change,People change,Everything changes,Change is good,It is of no distasteDarling,Just keep believing In your dreams.Death EmbeddedBy Mashaal FaridAnd these crispy notes:Turning to yellow shadesFrom pale storiesTo hectic endingsI progressed my pilgrimage to your city.RebirthBy Ayesha MalikAs the rain fallsLife begins a newThe nasty, brutish and shortCome into viewTheir impurities vanishBreathing in the scentThe vigour of beautiesThe fresh green leavesThe trickling of waterSubsumes the griefPenetrating the gaietyOf bounteous felicity.Tales of Love By Tabinda Tahir HussainA subdued moon in shades of blueLit up a million starsA thousand pieces of dustShattered glass, put together A few words unspokenSome pages unturnedCenturies old coffee stainsOn rusted yellow leaves Stories lost, legends formedThe gravity of make-believeFairy dust on dew dropsPerpetuity made everlasting A blazing red-orange fireIn the quiet hues of springHushed by logs of iceMelted and frozen over Petals fall in an unswerving stringOr bloom into an art of coloursSwept away by the stormsOr held in someone’s breath A four letter word, a worldA lifetime of joy, a lifetime of hurt Million lives and a million talesAnd a million more to come!LATEBy Sidra NasirTick tock. the clock is tickingTime is runningJanuary went by like a gust of windFebruary will touch us like a soft misty rainSummer will replace the spring of AprilAnd just like that this year will go awaySeconds will turn into minutesMinutes into hoursAnd we will be left with no time at all.Stand up thenWake up thenDo something Before you say that it’s too lateDoomsdayBy Bismah RiazEver seen the evening sky?With red, yellow and orange dye?Those colours ain’t by nature madeNor are they some beauty’s shadeIf you watch with inner sight,You’ll surely get what’s insideIt’s mist of blood you see above, Rising from nations, empty of lovePeace is nowhere to be foundWar on earth, air and groundShots, guns, bullets and firesRuling the world are killers and liarsHope drowned in flood of dismay,Now what’s left is doomsday.Compiled by SKKindly send your contibutions at: uspoetscorner@gmail.com

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