Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Oh, hear my ballad's gentle, flowing strain, A melody that echoes the ages past, Recalling sunlit memories, once so plain, Amidst the stormy seas of uncertainty vast. In this era, where fear and doubt hold sway, Where hatred's fires consume with fervent rage, Let us pause and ponder on a brighter day, And strive to break free from this relentless cage. For in the depths of our collective soul, Lies dormant the seeds of virtue and grace, Though buried 'neath the weight of greed's control, Their whispered call we still may embrace. Let us heed the call of truth's clarion cry, And cast aside the shackles of despair, With hope as our beacon, we'll ascend on high, And therefore find redemption in the healing air. So let this ode be sung, a hymn of light, To guide us through the darkness of the night. Poet Affaq

In the hamlet of Lampang, there lived a little girl,  Often by early morning; I had seen Zeynep  Grazing cattle nearby Lampang, pretty like a pearl. She was not dismayed by the wolves, one-step  Away roaming freely in the dense grassy fields. Zeynep was a firm shepherd,  grazing the farm  Animals in the hissing weather,  fancy leads  Where the the eyes feel unharmed. Singing she was thrilling ghazals at lunch hour; In the sunshine, when the little lambs enjoy  Shadow dance with flashing beams in the air. On the other side, the hired mowers try to steal Their hours, in the river side I did see Zeynep, Wandering away in her future marriage joy. She acquired pensive eyes, quite witty and wise, Lambs love to make baby rattles on grassy paths. She used to interact with her forgotten dreams, And with tamed wilds like her twin tabby cats. In unruffled evening, she departs to home, In shade of poplar trees, to face penal's by her step Parents, that was an...