News Topic:Poetry

"As I'm here with strong will, Hard for them to kill me with jab of knife, Hark! You, might coward knights," writes the poet.

"In the desolate wilderness I call thy name, My love! And abraded my heart With my fingernails Until they dissolve into my blood," writes the poet.

"The multistorey and decorated houses; Raised down to earth by tyrants; The graveyard full of young bodies; Who used to be the buds of nature."

"Tried they to shot us nearby, And uttered then a natural one, Alas! Failed like miserable wretch, As howling storm a natural shield, Driven them all at their assigned place."

"They call me a woman And not a human, I am fixed Like a portrait On the walls of society; For there are only few Spectators to see, And enjoy my show."

"O Darling! Thou art, unaware about a love, The love, which I labour to thee, devotedly. Others were reflecting over, sort of infatuation, For some this my insanity, Though doggedly yelling, its thy love; truth."

"Give your shoulder to rely; And be home to my parched body; Breeze to my soul and food for my heart; Let me feel you every moment; Before I shut off me; Come! Rescue me, hold me."

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