News Topic:Poetry

"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"

"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.

"There is disturbance inside and outside, as peaceful nature is being infected and castigated by the 'Guardians of Peace'," writes the poet.

"Could eyes tell, how much tears, they shed? The fervour in them, told whole journey. It happened the day, When love was murdered."