News Topic:Poetry

"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.

"Played pebbles and hopscotch, Boy and girl as if were one, Gone to picnic to cherish nature, Dressed alike and helped one to one with open heart, Never frowned nor scolded then to one"