POETS’ CORNER

Poems foreveri carry your heart with me (i carry it in) By E.E Cummings i carry your heart with me (i carry it inmy heart) i am never without it(anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is doneby only me is your doing, my darling)i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars aparti carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)I don’t know youBy Muhammad ShahabPassages recall unobserved,Pages shuffle,Mind deviates,History is forgotten.Cactuses like in deserts growUpon the barren mind,Fancies enveloping the veinsLike the Staff of Hermes.Thoughts like a peripatetic fatigued.Love begets hate to see the faceOnce loved,Now hated.Hate grows and outweighs the weightOf galaxies upon galaxies.Now I’m wearied, exhausted and oblivious.When you come!When you come!Know that I don’t know you!Who?By Mashaal FaridCouldn’t look back, I ran fast forward and it ran after me; grey and hollow shellWhile I stumbled upon a rockHorrified, I tried looking backCrack sounds and open woundsShrieking, shrilling, and skin shreddingBut why is it so?That triggered this sight...A sense of my lost lemanIs it really the haunting ghost?Or am I the hunting demon?When the midnight ringsBy Sa’ad NazeerOh, I am sick of you!I am sick of reliving the days When your warmth I could feelIn the shade of an aged oak Who used to eavesdrop On love in one’s salad days!My heart yearns for you stillAnd I am infinitely sick of my heart.WaitBy Sidra NasirThe whispers of night,And cacophony of my thoughtsThe melodies of fliesAnd the racket in my mind.I’m confused,Yet focused.I’m lost,Yet on a straight path.I’m searching for peace,I’m searching for the lost. And the voices will restOnce I meet myselfBut I don’t think that’s possible for now.So I wait,And wait.For the day I’m destined to meet, Meet my very own self..My heartBy Sunaina MajeedLike a child,Searching for her favourite doll,Wiggling miserably,Moaning,And complaining,Meanwhile,Finding a lot of other things,That fail to make her happy,She settles on the ground,And stomps her bare feet,In agony,And exasperation,That’s my heart without you.Compiled by SKKindly send your contibutions at: uspoetscorner@gmail.com

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