English Poetry

English Poetry

Bright faces coddle in dark designs
They are in their pre-state

Coals migrate from the diamond mines

Too delicate to stand pressure and heat

Of their unbearable abodes
And unexhausted work of slimy peat

Some skillful hands bring them
In the mind-set factories

To trim and shape in the form of a gem

Fake colour fake shape do they gain

For the sake of mortal yield
Aim begins at home goal ends in pain

In the smoky air black cloud appears
With reddish firry sparks

Black hands black faces and black tears
Around the bloody stove shed all our dears

[Submitted By: Anjum Aziz Abbas]

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Drone Attack

Unmanned Airy Vehicles pass over the heads

Within the moments they turn bodies into shreds

Innocent mortals come under their aimless aim

On foot they leave their homes and return on beds

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Drooping Face

O’ that innocent face doth keep
A lot of dry wishes in bosom deep

Those silent lips seem’d to let
Some parching words to leap

Did reflect those shining eyes?
Stranger’s face and persoonal sighs

Whose ragged robe unveiled?
Still the sun of separation did rise

Who was the being do you know?
Though her drooping face did show

Dark speckles of deflated days
But spoke she not to keep thy glow

_{Submitted By: Anjum Aziz Abbas}

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