As I sang to the bird with feathers white and emerald green ... Every night the bird sat by my side ...
POEMS FOREVER
By John Donne
Busy old fool, unruly sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late school boys and sour prentices,
Go tell court huntsmen that the king will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices,
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
By Mishal Farid
Let me tell you something, folks
No more time for dark jokes
Let me tell you something strange
That tuned my life to a weird change
She used to be my friend
Our relationship knew no end
We got along so well together
That so deep we fell together
We would stay awake in black
Unconscious of what we lack
Then one day we did argue
There were some questions due
She seemed reluctant to answer at first
But then started turning into chunks of dust
Even left without a goodbye kiss
Ah! The disappointment that she is.
By Tahreem Asghar
There was a bird with a crooked beak
And feathers white and emerald green
It did not sit on the wooden perch
Nor flew above the stunted trees
It always sat by my window sill
And wept as its fellows set off to the east
The bird would peck on my window screen
As I sang to the bird with feathers white and emerald green
Every night the bird sat by my side
While I played the melodies on the piano keys
The emerald green would covet the murk
The time when I would caress its fur
Then came a night when I waited by the window pane
But the emerald green had not come my way
The breeze said the green had lost its way
Then my heart wondered how he could disdain
Years flew by but I didn’t leave the window’s side
Hoping the emerald green would come, just one more time
The only way that I could hear its voice
The window yearned to be pecked by its beak
The piano keys became miserable and bleak
Just as my own soul so dejected in grief
My tears had dried as I shed them every night
But never did I hear the pecking by my side
Never did I then see my emerald green
Never did I hear from my emerald green
Compiled by SK
