Feeling the cold breeze against my bare skin like ice .... Only for the briefest moment ...
Poems forever
By Derek Walcott
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
By Mishaal Khan
Only for the briefest moment,
Did I stand outside,
Feeling the cold breeze against my bare skin like ice
Only for the briefest moment,
Did I experience hunger,
An empty pang of the stomach
Only for the briefest moment,
Was I washed over by a wave of anxiety,
When my parents didn’t come home early
Only for the briefest moment,
Did I feel
The stinging pain of a cut
On my finger
All of these minor inconveniences
Make me think…
About Palestine
Because I don’t even go through one percent
Of what they’ve been enduring their entire life
By Abid Agha
A mystical view of the sunset—
like liquid gold—spreads upon the water.
As shadows of darkness gradually increase,
the dancing waves of the Danube
release soft, melodious voices.
It seems as if,
across the breadth of the Danube,
a magical wave spreads endlessly,
whispering,
"Hello, Danube,
can you share
why you are so alluring?"
Whenever colorful boats begin to sail on your surface,
suddenly, hundreds of seagulls descend,
chirping with joy,
kissing the waves, then flying back
to the sky.
As darkness grows,
colorful lights illuminate from the boats,
compelling me to linger,
to cherish the wondrous moments by the Danube.
