:::::::::::::::::: To the reverence of Word, which makes sacred the tip of a Pen :::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: لفظ کی حرمت کے نام ، جو نوک ِ قلم پر احرام بندھتا ہے :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

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They call me Psyche: Poem by Muneeb Tahir Saleemi

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.    

Rising from the Ashes By: Ali Rasheed

Rising from the Ashes By: Ali Rasheed [Pre-engineering, GCU Lahore]   I always wanted and still want to be someone people call exceptional. I wanted...