nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Mirza Ghalib: The First Modern Mind in Urdu Literature
In the long and rich history of Urdu literature, few names shine as brightly as Mirza Ghalib. Often celebrated as one of the greatest poets of the Urdu language, Ghalib is also widely regarded as the first modern mind in Urdu literature. His poetry did more than express emotions; it questioned existence, challenged traditions, and explored the complexities of the human mind. At a time when most poets followed conventional themes and forms, Ghalib introduced a new intellectual depth that reshaped Urdu poetry forever.
By Irshad Abbasi 14 minutes ago in Poets
Crows at Dusk
flock of crows at dusk as I watch them flying home my heart feels happy As I see a flock of crows cawing and flying together to their night shelters, it feels good. They will be safe. They are in a tight-knit community. It gives a positive feeling.
By Seema Patelabout 19 hours ago in Poets
Who is Fate
March 5 2026 Forgiveness is a man I met last night. The moon was stuck behind a building and I couldn’t climb anywhere near it. He told me my efforts were hollow— God bless your mind but it’s got no use here. Craters dug into my palms by his crescent nails left me with brandings— belonging to a foe is more than belonging to none at all. More implication, more value, more sense of thing; so I ask Forgiveness a series of questions and he does not answer. What am I meant to do? When the moon watches me and I cannot return the same. My nails have been gone since the second my teeth grew tall, so I am left taking and never giving. I am left in darkness with no moon and no place to be, no thing to which I belong, a foe’s mark and rigid divots in enamel. If every part of this body is branded, where will my soul continue? Where does it stop now that I am fluid in daytime wires? Lampposts line every street forever and he knows I’m weighing them down. The power’s been out this whole time. Can I ask you one last question? Who decides my fate now that I’m dead?
By Olivia Dodgea day ago in Poets
