THE REVOLUTIONARY CALLS ~BY MOHAMMAD SAFIQUL ISLAM
I had to take a bullet for giving water
The road is covered in blood.
The joy of the tyrannical queen increases
All the fans lick the booted flood.
Poems
IF WINTER COULD SPEAK ~BY ZAINAB MUSTANG MOIZ
The comfort of a breeze
chilling on a cold noon,
stripes of sunshine ,
cutting through the curtains.
The trees embrace solitude ,
before the leaves and flowers ,
bloom to life.
The squirrels munching nuts ,
carved under a big mahogany.
The streets are imprinted ,
by the morning dew drops.
HER BURIAL UNKNOWN ~BY DIYA LEPCHA
She got those gorgeous brown eyes,
So deep that one couldn’t return, even if they tried,
Perhaps it’s due to the precious tears she cries.
Left with none to wipe her eyes.
WHEN WORDS CUT HARDER THAN KNIVES ~BY DIVYANSH SINGH
In a quiet corner of the world,
A boy with dreams, like wings unfurled,
His heart was light, his spirit bright,
Till words cast shadows on his night.
MAYA OF THE COUNTRY ~BY MILES LIMBU
देशको माया, साँचो प्रेमको संगम,
सपना र संघर्ष, एकै लहरमा बाँच्न।
माटोको गन्ध, हावा र पानीको साथ,
धरतीको ममता, हृदयमा समेट्न चाहन्छु।
THE PAWN ~BY MESHACH NYARKO
In life’s grand game, I’m born to play,
A humble pawn with dreams astray.
Others rise—queen, knight, bishop bold,
While I, a pawn, my fate unfold.
BEHIND THE SCREEN ~BY ABIMBOLA T. ALABI
It’s a game of let’s pretend,
Played behind the little screen.
Statuses, selfies, the texts we send,
I’m sure you know what I mean
TEMPORARY TRANQUILITY~ BY SAMIKSHA SUNWAR AND MANASWINI JHA
I’m just breathing in oxygen,
Why’s it got to be so hard?
All this air, trapped in my chest,
Like a noose tightening in the dark.
SUNSHINE AND HOPE ~BY VANDANA MARTIN
In the calm dawn of hope’s first gleam,
I was just a dreamer—a girl with a dream.
A world of colours, a canvas so wide,
With hope as my compass,
And nowhere to hide.
MARANATHA ~BY ANGELINA ROLSTON
Jesus,
Your immutable Holy Spirit,
Alongside that very long-awaited special visit,
Invisible-coloured tears shaped as raindrops oozing down,
Making the red devil satan a painted clown,
Your Majesty authority felt,
Like a hard strike on the leg from a belt