Tears: English poem by Maria Tahir Let my Tears flow, Let them take my Pain away. My eyes are dry, with the Wind of grief....

Temporary Life Temporary Disease: Nadir Shah This disease is eating my Flesh and Bones Taking away, my Days of Joy my Happiness my Strength, my...

I have in me: English poem by Typical Abdullah I have in me A heart that hurts me A desire that kills me A hand...

They call me Psyche: Poem by Muneeb Tahir Saleemi   How would I do it? All alone, I need a helping hand- Just like the one-eyed king, In the crowd of blinds, They are getting sick day by day, Not one or two in numbers, But most in my society, I have found a cure to their illness, And its reality, But they are escapist, They do not like my remedy, So they call me psyche.    

Nervous hands: English poem by Typical Abdullah   Nervous hands, they fumble and shake, With no place to rest, no move to make, Restless and...

The Dream of You: English poem by Huzaifa Zeeshan   I write for you And read it to them, The world has not seen you For...