A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile...
Poems forever
By Christina Georgina Rossetti
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
By Tooba Samad
Sometimes I sit alone,
Letting silence guide my thoughts,
Into places only solitude can go.
And times come
When I laugh happily,
With the people I feel safe around,
Light and open, until loneliness returns.
Among the loud ones,
The talkative and the easy ones,
My voice goes into silence.
Sometimes, a video fills me up with hope,
And in the next breath,
I feel empty again.
Pieces of myself get scattered inside,
I cry at emotional songs,
Without knowing why or who I am
What a contrast,
I tell others not to fear words,
But I am afraid of them myself.
I write stories on
Believing in yourself,
Yet I doubt my own words.
People praise my lines,
But no one sees the pain behind.
I act, I don’t care,
Yet a small word hits hard.
Who am I? Still unknown,
Still learning, still wondering…
Writing all my versions.
By Waseem Hasil
A tiny seed beneath the cold and heavy snow,
Waiting for the sun to tell it how to grow.
A quiet song that sings when all the world is still,
A steady hand that guides us up the steepest hill.
It is the golden thread that pulls us through the night,
The little spark that turns into a morning light.
It does not need a voice to make a person strong,
It is the heart that knows where we belong.
When every door is closed and every path is dark,
Hope remains inside you like a glowing spark.
It tells the weary mind to try just one more time,
To find the strength to start the long and difficult climb.
It is the bridge that leads across a stormy sea,
The secret key that sets the heavy spirit free.
No matter how the wind may blow or rain may fall,
Hope is the silent power that stands behind it all.
By Sazain Younus
The morning sun begins to rise,
Hope and dreams light up our eyes.
With every lesson that we learn,
A brighter path we soon discern.
Step by step, we reach our goal,
Knowledge fills both heart and soul.
With books as friends, we find our way,
And make tomorrow shine today.T
