Nature’s Eye Ahmed Saif The sorrow on nature’s eye Give me goosebumps It’s like something will happen Something inevitable Something unstoppable Something that only nature itself can fathom The human eyes are only to look for the surroundings Not to understand it If they could know what nature is up...
What if someone said to an embryo in the womb, ‘Outside of your world of black nothing is a miraculously ordered universe; a vast Earth covered with tasty food; mountains, oceans and plains, fragrant orchards and fields full of crops; a luminous sky beyond your reach, with a sun, moonbeams,...
Fount Meem Mizan (Oh! Dear Mohammed); Certainly Falls. We have bestowed; Keep God in Calls. To Lord immolate; Sure enemy of you. Owner worst fate; Cut off every new. Identity of Allah Meem Mizan Say, (hey Muhammed); He is Allah, is one. Allah Unbounded; Towards you none! He begets not,...
How could I ever thank my Friend? No thanks could ever begin to be worthy. Every hair of my body is a gift from Him; How could I thank Him for each hair? Praise that lavish Lord forever Who from nothing conjures all living beings! Who could ever describe His...
Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky, Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the...
Tears Tears! tears! tears! In the night, in solitude, tears, On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck’d in by the sand, Tears, not a star shining, all dark and desolate, Moist tears from the eyes of a muffled head; O who is that ghost? that form in the dark, with...
Ted Hughes This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding the fields under the window Floundering black astride and blinding wet Till day rose; then under an orange sky The hills had new places, and wind wielded Blade-light,...
When I shall sleep Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity, And never care how rain may steep, Or snow may cover me! No promised heaven these wild desires Could all, or half, fulful; No threatened hell, with quenchless fires, Subdue this quenchless will! So said I,...
The Last Word Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said! Vain thy onset! all stands fast. Thou thyself must break at last! Let the long contention cease! Geese are swans, and swans are geese. Let them have it how they will! Thou art tired; best...
Hassan Tareq I can easily cross over the fire Also can touch the moon, mars, Neptune. To touch the sky is no matter to me The cloud will also not able to flee! Conquering Everest is a funny game Kilimanjaro, icy rock is nothing else! To cross English channel is...
Walt Whitman:: Tears! tears! tears! In the night, in solitude, tears, On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck’d in by the sand, Tears, not a star shining, all dark and desolate, Moist tears from the eyes of a muffled head; O who is that ghost? that form in the dark,...
You had created a gold mine of words in your diary Those words inspired people, tired and weary. Despite being through such hardships you never gave up You’ve helped readers smile, held their chin up. You had proved that the pen is mightier than the sword, You had described your...
Kazi Falguni Eshita If I had known that you would be gone, thousand miles away from me I would have tried to knit us closer, as close as could be.
Farhan Khan Your mothers and sisters are screeching And saying- please someone lend a hand us, help us. No one for helping them but everyone is spectators. Mother has lost her kid and Young man his aged parent. Motherless children are slipping on father’s blood. Brutality is going to touch...
Ahmed Abdullah Muhtadi Year 4, Cubitt Town Junior School, London When the clouds cover the blue sky People believe the brightness will soon die Then lightning will strike with a boom To trees that have met their doom.
Walt Whitman O me! O life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish, Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I,
Humming Bird Sometimes, when loneliness surrounds me, I write with all my might. When I feel the need of a friend I turn to the pen by my side. Sometimes, when depression takes over To kill it, I turn to paper.
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