Translation of Ibn-E-Insha’s Sestet – ”This Child, Whose Child is It?”
یہ بچہ کیسا بچہ ہے یہ بچہ کالا کالا سا یہ کالا سا مٹیالا سا یہ بچہ بھوکا بھوکا سا یہ بچہ سوکھا سوکھا سا یہ بچہ کس کا بچہ…
The Song of Ravaging Freedom – 1st Winner of Poetic Rhapsody
There is Sulphur in our spiritsA brimstone burning blueInward turned and out it burntBut never, to ashes, turnedThere’s a wick that lit foreverOur hopes live on foreverForever! And free!Free as…
Wailings of a Lost Angel
“People are sad,Angry and mad.Why they pretend?When I’ll be forgotten.I am not alone,Abducted and torn.Why they forget?Little angels in cotton.Their hearts aren’t red,Rather, dark and dead.Why can’t they see?Dead leaves,…
The Sun Is Not My Friend Anymore
(A Poetic Lament) It’s religion that will pave your wayand 'Piety' will always make you say :''I’m utterly elated, I chose to stayin my little realm of sand and shore''but…
Ice-Cream for the Lover’s Soul – (2nd Winner of Short Story Contest’23)
“Do you think she will say yes?” asked an anxious Raj to his friends as they stood near the ice-cream cart outside their school gate.His friends looked at him in…
In the Depths of Chaos: A Journey to Sublime Awakening – (1st Winner of Our Short Story Contest’23)
In my little dark room among my little dark thoughts and my little bright dreams, a room where I had slaughtered a thousand identities, a room where trauma seeped into…
The Beauty of Comparative Literature – A Poetic Reflection
In the current epoch of Postmodern thought, Comparison, yet, remains a blot. But why a blot? Why not a smile? Literature's juxtapos- I T I O N 's needed. From…
TOOP’s Collaboration With Peshawar Circle – 32nd Book Circle (A Sociopolitical Debate)
The Order of Pen (TOOP) collaborated with Peshawar Circle on the 12th of this month (August). It was a mellow Saturday and the collaboration was centered around a book discussion,…
Unfinished Pot
The sun was never so hot;The sky was never so far.Dear Potter, are you notThe reason for the useless war?The pot was not dry,And the soft clay breaks.But the pot…