News Topic:Poetry

"Perhaps, hast been stunk by the scorpion of anxiety. So, I'm supposed too, to be the participant In this ploy of Monseigneur's venom anxiety."

"Opened my eyes as dawn had arrived, All over news conquered, channels had strived," writes the poet Eyan Ahmad.

"In Summer, here on earth Cascades brightly shine on every bough, Yellow flies run along with drowning rays," writes the poet Sakeena Jabeen.

"We live in the aura of occupation Where innocence is suspicious Where humanity is at stake," writes the poet Sahil Mudasir.

"The new ray of hope seems to be dried up With fake consolations, making me fried up," writes the poet, Eyan Ahmad.

"She ashens my docile being, Now writing poems for someone unknown," writes the poet Musa Ghaznavi.

"May I recall the reveries The graveyard of memories About to laden by soil slumberous But denied by their stubbornness," writes the poet.

"Why I love world, that'll finish one day? Why I collect wealth, that'll slip away All, made of clay, and got mixed in it That's the truth, I should know," writes the poet.