Auld Lang Syne (Old long since) by Robert Burns is both a song and a poem that millions sing every year as the clock strikes midnight....
New Year tradition
Auld Lang Syne (Old long since) by Robert Burns is both a song and a poem that millions sing every year as the clock strikes midnight. Enjoy the stanzas excerpted from the modern version.
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and old lang syne ?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne...
We two have run about the slopes,
and picked the daisies fine ;
But we’ve wandered many a weary foot,
since auld lang syne.
Time traveller
By Zahra Zafar
Time passed by
But I am still
Lurking in my past
Following foot trails
Of memories
Days changed into weeks
Months turned into years
But I am still
Wondering about me
What am I?
What have I become?
My presence or absence
Does it make any difference?
What if I am just
The illusion of my thoughts
My sanity is just a pretense
A familiar, glorified semblance
My smile is a mask to hide
All the demons away
My voice is just a reminder
Of foreign times
When I knew
How to form a word
Without grimacing
My eyes are like the desert
Winds blow sand into them
Heartache infuriating, throbbing
But I find myself
Feeling everything in my bones
Deliberately, agonizingly
As I see years of my life passing
Like a stranger with detachment
Hollowness and emptiness….
Moon rise
By Amna Ameer
It is hard I say
It is difficult I know
To pick back the pieces
Of a dress that you wore
Ripped apart by callousness
And jealousy
It is impossible I say
To go on despite their hate and greed
So when they break apart
A world that is built
By feeble hands
And a faint heart
One that is already
Down on its knees
Oh please,
I wail
It is hard I say
To keep going on
When all the world wants
Is for me to no longer breathe
When they send my roots to rot
And take away my skies
When they lock me up
Without a reason why
Was it my voice?
The way I smile?
Or was it my will
To keep wanting to stay alive?
Living or dead
They wouldn’t care
It doesn’t matter
If I’m skinned to the walls
Or kept away to hide their grin
In ominous reflections
They cast on my eyes
Are questions
They are afraid to ask
Why is it hard to protect myself?
When all they want to do
Is cause pain
Why can’t I pick up
The pieces sacrificed in vain
Can it mean something
To still want to survive?
In the middle of a drought
Can this moon rise?
Compiled by SK
