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Poet's Corner
Even without the sunlight
It’s a beautiful sight
It is raining by my side
Birds are joyfully singing
Flowers are beautifully dancing
Everyone is enjoying the view
But my eyes are softly closed
And I start feeling your presence
No matter if you are not here
Your voice still echoes in the air
Your smiles still appears to be right there
I hope once I open my eyes
I can still hear the echoes of your voice
And see the presence of your smiles
UME ABIHA
Karachi
As the winter goes by
As the winter goes by
The sun returns
Bringing smiles all over
Making everything bright
With its crispy light
Turning the leaves green
Which were once dry
As the winter goes by
The warmth of the sun was lost
In the icy flakes, so soft
The trees went bare
But the howling wind didn’t care
All motion stopped
It hindered the activities of life
The plants and animals heaved a relieved sigh.
As the winter goes by
With the return of the sun
Comes back all the fun
Juices, slushes, drinks and icecreams
A sight of heaven, it seems
Chirping birds are seen everywhere
Lovely flowers are no more rare
The land presents a beautiful sight
Clear blue sky with starry nights
In our dreams, we all will fly
As the winter goes by
SANNIYA KHAN
Islamabad
Whispers in the morning
I run outside to greet the day
Up at dawn’s first light
Will my vision appear
from my dreams in the night?
Searching out the morning’s invitation
to start anew
Looking at every ray of the sun
Is there somewhere my dream
May come true?
My heart seeks to find
Tell me, old oak tree
In the wisdom of all your years
Will my dream come to me?
I listen to the whispers
in the morning breeze.
“Be patient”
is all they say,
“Your dream will come true someday”
You come to me in the night
But, that is only in my mind
It is you I’m looking for
It is you that I want to find
And then one day I will hear
whispers in the morning
“Hurry” they will call to me
“Your dream has come true”
When I run outside
to welcome the new day
I will find you
MEHJABEEN REHMAN
Karachi
What am I?
I can be blue,
I can be grey.
Pink and purple fleck me at
the end of the day.
I can hold water,
But not juice.
What I be like,
No-one can choose.
I appear all over the Earth,
Sometimes clear, or as filthy as dirt.
Put these together and you will find,
That I am nothing but the Sky.
SARAH KULSOOM TAHER
Kuwait
Lady in the veil
Full of cold chills and thrills was a winter
Slowly driving the car, I stopped in front of a coffee shop
The ascending steam above the cup
Compelled me to take some slurps
“Hey man fetch me one,” I ordered
Soon he brought a hot cup with a short handle
The heat immediately made me warm
Like a man sitting in front of flames after a snowy storm
I took a small sip with a shaking tongue
To have this hot cup in the cruel chills, I was stunned
“Oh! It’s great!” I nodded
It was a sweet coffee indeed
It brought my frozen senses to normal
Like the melting ice in spring season
I turned my face towards the window glass
And revolved my eyes among the nearby cars
There was a lady sitting behind the driving seat
With diamond earrings, in her early twenties
Allowing the tiny sips slip within her starling teeth
Frequently wiping her glossy lips
But, I couldn’t see her clearly
‘Cause the window glass was hidden
By the fog all over
What a face, what a style!
What a cut, what a smile!
What a beauty, what a gaze!
In fact she was a complete world in herself
With everything perfect and no room to modify
What a gracious moment was that
When I saw her first
How merciful God is
Oh God, what you have created
Is a piece of art, once in a century!
FARAZ BAKHT
Quetta
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