POETS’ CORNER

Poems foreverOde to the West WindBy Percy Bysshe Shelley Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like wither’d leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguish’d hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawaken’d earth The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?Miracles do happen...By Anam AbidWhen I look back in time,Counting the blessings in disguise,All I collect is unconditional love,From the One who never judge,Whenever He SWT says no to a thing,That’s the actual blessing it brings,My life is and will never be blacken,Because all I believe is miracles do happen.Sweet oblivionBy Gulrez UmarWe dwell in the outskirts of a vast empireMottled with majesty from its helm to the deepest bottom(God knows wherever that is)Yet in these cold stretches of emptinessWe are slowly dying by the plagues of urban hellIsn’t our departure more sad than painful?The fact that we will drift off on the roads towards oblivion;unknown and unheard ofLeaving behind only silence to applaud the end of our songAnd ages after a never ending charade of tomorrowsEvery possible trace of our existence will crumble awayHaving been oxidized by the winds of alien worldsThat once filled us up with lifeBut now maybe if we inhale themThey will feel so overwhelmingly unfamiliar.Still, aeons further into the uncertain embrace of futureA great dimming will occurAnd every raging star in the entire universeWill wander off to obscure lands in extreme exhaustionUntil the last ray of light carrying the images of our existenceWill be lost in the corners of infinityAnd the past will magically change itselfInto a picture in which we never were. Two absorbing buildingsBy Naweel ShahCrumbling and distorting faces of two buildings A-wailing, crying with dry eyes but lazily bending Hugging each other happily step by step Immersing in the dirt, as carcasses lying Bricks, blocks, lobby, elevator, floors and roofsAll things aching but golden smoke is growing Lost hopeBy Aniqa ZainabDreams cease to existWhen we grow oldEven when come trueThey fade away in timeTorn between Crystal, still imagesOf past and hollowing, empty presentI am Far from reality Reality – which we liveOr which existsCan you tell?Striking it is It pegs my mindUnhoping my hope Weaving an endInfiniteA tomorrowUndesiredSeeds of forgotten deedsBy Anum KabirLet’s un-dig the seedsSeeds of our forgotten deedsDeeds, wrapped in days of past ,Ah! Unveil the tales of others scarsScars that may not still healChanging roses of our lives into weedsCompiled by SKKindly send your contibutions at: uspoetscorner@gmail.com

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