POETS' CORNER

POEMS FOREVER

The robin’s my criterion for tune

By Emily Dickinson

The Robin’s my Criterion for Tune –

Because I grow –where Robins do –

But, were I Cuckoo born –

I’d swear by him –

The ode familiar –rules the Noon –

The Buttercup’s, my Whim for Bloom –

Because, we’re Orchard sprung –

But, were I Britain born,

I’d Daisies spurn –

None but the Nut –October fit –

Because, through dropping it,

The Seasons flit –I’m taught –

Without the Snow’s Tableau

Winter, were lie –to me –

Because I see –New Englandly –

The Queen, discerns like me –

Provincially –

Banquet of the mean

By Zahra Akbar

Cry your eyes out,

They’ll just sprinkle seasoning

And have them served at their dinner -

Appetizer, before making you

Trouble your heart to death;

Their planned main course.

The disguised soul

By Lal Zaman Afridi

I thought of a ride,

Towards the serene sea side,

I intended to talk,

Along with my walk,

To the sensitive silent soul of mine.

But I couldn’t recall,

Anything at all,

Of the most important task,

That was indeed a big ask.

I wanted to shed,

Your teasing memories,

That I had kept in a shroud,

And cry aloud.

But as I tread along the dew,

My mind was totally leaping towards you,

Eventually making your memories anew.

Then I began to surmise,

My soul was in disguise,

In the garb of you; it wasn’t mine,

In the garb of me, it was totally thine.

You’re different

By Tarbia Hamid

You don’t give me butterflies

Or knots

No

You give me blunt little punches

In my stomach

And I am lost

Because I do not know what to feel

To these ploys anew

But dazzled.

Baffled.

You’re different.

Compiled by SK