News Topic:Poetry

"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."

"I 'll tell you the tale I need to reflect by keeping in view the blood-stained aisles of my hapless Valley," writes the poet Adnan Shafi.

Am I alien, a refugee or a traitor? What am I? Who will define me? If I'm alien, Why they gave me their name? If a refugee, Why they settled...