Ode To Lebanon
Lebanon no more smells of thyme & cedar,
Nor does it leave prophet Gibran’s
Soul wander in peace,
Scalp of a Nation driven insane,
Some say it is the work of Allah’s Imagination,
While others don’t speculate on this ominous
Myth of speculation
Where in the world can I pickle
My hope; I say
Poem BY: Anupe Vincent, St.Albert's College
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
A Tribute To Womanhood
Like a shodow that follows on,
Like a hope that lingers on,
Like a butterfly that flutters by
Woman – Art Thou.
The epitome of love and care,
An emblem of sufferings though to bear,
The panacea to all human woes,
Woman – Art Thou.
Girl, daughter, mother and wife,
Names that render no more strife,
Abode of love, the true progenitor,
Oh! We have these as a universal mentor.
Pure as while and deep as the ocean,
Woman thou art not a silly notion,
Fathoms of questions unanswered.
To thy dual nature contributed.
Gentle as the wind, study as an oak,
To every house thou art a rock,
A rock to guide, a rock that cares.
That human minds are rid of their fears.
Poem By: Keren Rosemary Dixon,St.Albert's College.
(Got 1st Prize in English Poem Writing Competition in St.Albert’s College)
Monday, November 2, 2009
FREEDOM’S DAWN
Freedom’S Dawn
This leprous day break, dawn night’s fangs have mangled,
_ This is not that long- looked- for break of day,
Not that clear drawn in quest of which our comrades
Set out, believing that in heaven’s wide void
Somewhere the verge of night’s slow-washing tide,
Somewhere the anchorage of the ship of sorrow.
When they set out, those friends, taking youth’s secret
Pathways, how many hands plucked at their sleeves!
From panting casements of the land of beauty
Soft arms invoked them, flesh cried out to them;
But dearer was the lure of dawn’s bright cheek,
More precious shone her robe of shimmering rays;
Light-winged their longing, feather- light their toil.
But now, word goes the birth of day from darkness
Is finished, wandering feet stand at their goal;
Our leaders’ ways are altering, festive looks
Are all the fashion, discontent reproved.
Yet still no physic works on unslaked eye
Or heart fevered by absence, any cure:
Where did that fine breeze, that the wayside lamp
Has not once felt, blow from- where has it fled
Night’s heaviness is unleassened still, the hour
Of mind and spirit’s ransom has not struck;
Let us go on, our goal is not reached yet.
Poem By:Faiz Ahmed Faiz, St.Alberts College
This leprous day break, dawn night’s fangs have mangled,
_ This is not that long- looked- for break of day,
Not that clear drawn in quest of which our comrades
Set out, believing that in heaven’s wide void
Somewhere the verge of night’s slow-washing tide,
Somewhere the anchorage of the ship of sorrow.
When they set out, those friends, taking youth’s secret
Pathways, how many hands plucked at their sleeves!
From panting casements of the land of beauty
Soft arms invoked them, flesh cried out to them;
But dearer was the lure of dawn’s bright cheek,
More precious shone her robe of shimmering rays;
Light-winged their longing, feather- light their toil.
But now, word goes the birth of day from darkness
Is finished, wandering feet stand at their goal;
Our leaders’ ways are altering, festive looks
Are all the fashion, discontent reproved.
Yet still no physic works on unslaked eye
Or heart fevered by absence, any cure:
Where did that fine breeze, that the wayside lamp
Has not once felt, blow from- where has it fled
Night’s heaviness is unleassened still, the hour
Of mind and spirit’s ransom has not struck;
Let us go on, our goal is not reached yet.
Poem By:Faiz Ahmed Faiz, St.Alberts College