Eyan Ahmad

With the arrival of dusk I put on my raggy cloth But the wind, with chilly gust Pierce the raggy holes as arrow Which compelled me to move...

"I won't let myself to act, Such fangs of deception That can grim my gloss And bring woes to my life," writes the poet.

"When trees express nature, The time, aiming to arrive With greenery all over them Like welcoming the Spring," writes the poet.

Everyone in this world is capable of doing unique things. Everybody has a hidden talent and someone has rightly pointed out: Magic is believing in yourself.

"There are some woods I would call bars The arms, made of fire Golden, as act of deceit," writes the poet Sakeena Jabeen.

"You are unaware with The place, your respect In my heart, has occupied; Why are you blaming me For my intense love Towards your heart," writes the poet.

"Listen to yee', I confront them, O' Lord; Still my generosity never selected them, O' Lord; Their narrow-mindedness, clung to their souls; There I could have strived them, O' Lord"

"The doves had fled away From that Vale of heaven-peace. From hawks' subjugation, they had to cease Who had placed thorns in their way," writes the poet.