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Poets' Corner
The Old Year
By John Clare
The Old Year's gone away
To nothingness and night:
We cannot find him all the day
Nor hear him in the night:
He left no footstep, mark or place
In either shade or sun:
The last year he'd a neighbour's face,
In this he's known by none.
All nothing everywhere:
Mists we on mornings see
Have more of substance when they're here
And more of form than he.
He was a friend by every fire,
In every cot and hall--
A guest to every heart's desire,
And now he's nought at all.
Old papers thrown away,
Old garments cast aside,
The talk of yesterday,
Are things identified;
But time once torn away
No voices can recall:
The eve of New Year's Day
Left the Old Year lost to all.
Directionless journey
By Nazish Nawab
I walk along the wind
The leaves walk alongside
I try to be determined
And pretend to hide...
The memories creep
With a whispering sound
Like those leaves
Scattered all around
I draw a deep breath
And long for thee
With the season of death
Depicting me.
Water rushes to my eyes
And ecstasy begins
I give a faint cry
As the pain wins.
Ah! the Autumn arrives
Silence dominates
Taking several lives,
Enjoying on the skates
Evening to twilight
Spent in the walk
With no changes,
No sound of a knock.
It drizzles in the night
And nature springs to life
Heart soars like a kite
After bleeding under the knife.
I want to hold my breath
And continue in the strife
'cause after the image of death
It again shows me life
I pause for a while
Feeling nowhere
Forgotten every smile
Looking here and there
I'm in the middle of the ladder
Leading to the moon
Too scared to step up
Too frightened to return that soon.
O soldiers my soldiers
By Azwer Auzzi Asif
Come join me
Yonder the cloudless haze
As I walk astray
Away from the envious gaze
Come along with me
To the mirthless jury
Showers of blood roses
Moist eyes, Satan's fury
Come stand by me
Awaiting an absolution
Deafening silence - painful cloak
To the encore, to my devotion
Come fall with me
Into thy arms, O Lord
My fall, surely cushioned; a nostalgic embrace
Long for the last time, this once
O mother like I once fell into you!
Come sit by me
Watch the red demise on the horizon
Not to gloom for dusk, no
But to die for a new sunrise
Dead…
By Bahadur Hussain
Thou pinched into the core of my heart,
Bereft of life, I am falling apart
Over the parapets and into the sky-
Flew my agonies very high,
The air around, I inhale -
Ignite my sheets sans thee
I cry in pain and implore,
Allay my pain! O unfaithful!
I burn in thy untrue deeds
I yearn to cease the ache of my sheets
I little care of death after thee
I was fearful of only losing thee,
Slowly then I close my eyes
No more me, but my corpse.
The dawn of my poem
By Javeria Hayat
It conceives
A wink, a glint
A fleeting instant.
It shimmers,
Whirls and twirls
Around my intellect
Sending ripples
Reverberates
To and fro, to and fro
I try to seize,
Away it flies
Grasp the beginning,
I often cannot:
Thus trap the end
Stretch and mould it
Call to mind
While it breeds
Into a swirling string
Filling into my pen's ink
Channels through it
Delivering on a dead paper
Springs it to life
Milord, divine a verse born
To the eyes of the world!
Compiled by N.A.
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