Poetry

Why the Girl Child?

By Kawsu Fatoumatta Csay Sillah Poem written by Mam Jarra Njie (Age 10) They regard us as special, Yet they abuse us culturally. We are the slaves of the home, We cook, clean the house, And look after children. We are never given the chance to go to school. We…

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Unprivileged Youth

By Fakiha Hassan Rizvi I look at the neat uniforms All the treats and school drills I wish, I knew what was beyond ABC… Hoping that coins aren’t all I need to see It’s not my indifference to knowledge The society is not ready to give a baggage I need…

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School Memories

By Rida Sarwar Image source: walmart.com Memories, tears, laughter and cries All the bright moments about to fly We have spent so much time over here We have had so much of fun over here Those little water fights,Those little party times We used to have will be gone in…

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Defiled

By Zohra Noushin Ahmed I am filthy Defiled. Raped by 5 men in an attempt to save your life Yet you can’t look at me For fear of witnessing your weakness in my eyes. You failed to protect me I need you now – yet you reject all that I…

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Even When You’re Gone Now (Sequel to: “Had I Known in Another Life”)

By Sadaf R. Even when you’re gone now I still love you the way I loved you before You left me hurt and bleeding with devastating regret But I still love you the way I loved you before All the promises you broke, all the dreams you shattered And all…

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Pride – A Vision of Zeus

By Muhammad Shahrukh Khan Am I herculean by myself? Am I immortal? Definitely (maybe)! And I have an eye, on anything it be. Let’s put a monstrous laugh! Let me embrace you in my arms! “Your opinion and mental price. Is it really worth it? Off-springs of yours are illegitimate”!…

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Poem: Longing For

By Sadaf R. Her life sweeps through the nothingness And everything she wasn’t prepared for; Life is such a mystery when it comes to life And she kept looking for everything she was longing for I hate to see her take that path, What could it be that she’s looking…

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Curvature of Life

Curvature of Life, a poem by Muhamamd Shahrukh Khan At 16, she smiled, I was a bud of shyness, Exceptional was reply as I turned away my face, What was I thinking? At 25, she kissed her groom. I was a stud of failure, Exceptional stare with a squint face…

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Dedicated to Government Authorities

By Daud This poem is dedicated to the government authorities of Pakistan. Tujhe ab kis liye shikwa hay k bache ghar nhi rehte Jo patty zard ho jaein wo shakhon par nhi rehte Tu qiyun be-dakhal krta hay makaano say makeeno ko Wo dehshat gard ban jatey hein jin k…

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A Memory

By Rida Sarwar As I stare into the fire and watch it dance All the memories start rushing through my head Tears flow down my cheeks And it flashes back to the time When you were with me You had wiped the tears off my face And your shoulders had…

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Sevdalinka – Love, Passion and Sadness

By Elma Begic Bosnia and Herzgovina I’ll tell you a story about Sevdalinka. Imagine a woman, with her eyes closed and singing. Imagine sorrow and sadness in her voice, and a beautiful love song being sung by her. Can you? Every time someone sings Sevdah, you have a strange need…

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Hello Goodbye!

By Amna Javed This poem and its title have been inspired by The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams. So the music in the background started to play So he set on a journey far away, And he promised that he will write to me And that I will get a…

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Emotions of a Kid in Revolt

By Hanan Asghar What you see as an ocean is an aquarium for me What you see as sea is just a wavy serum for me What you see as sun is a fire ball for me What you see as stars are burning desires for me What you see…

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One Day, You Will Be Mine Forever

By Fatima

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Listen

By Arooma Image by the author. Source: Internet I’m nowhere in this world, But I’m here, a wandering bird. I’m all dull and black, see… And now I am on my knee. I had been walking bare footed, On thronged way, I was looted. In loving my things, I lost……

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