Taifas Literary Magazine No. 6, December, 2020
Taifas Literary Magazine No. 6, December, 2020 - ISSN 2458-0198 ISSN-L 2458-0198 Founded in Constanţa, June 2020 The magazine appears in Romania editorial office Founding President Lenuș Lungu Director: Lenuș Lungu, Ioan Muntean Deputy Director: Paul Rotaru Technical Editor Ioan Muntean Covers Ioan Muntean Editor-in-Chief: Ion Cuzuioc Deputy Editor: Stefano Capasso Editorial Secretary: Anna Maria Sprzęczka Editors: Vasile Vulpaşu, Anna Maria Sprzęczka, Pietro Napoli, Myriam Ghezaïl Ben Brahim, Zoran Radosavljevic, Suzana Sojtari Iwan Dartha, Auwal Ahmed Ibrahim, Destiny M O Chijioke, Nikola Orbach Özgenç
Taifas Literary Magazine No. 6, December, 2020 - ISSN 2458-0198 ISSN-L 2458-0198
Founded in Constanţa, June 2020
The magazine appears in Romania
editorial office
Founding President Lenuș Lungu
Director: Lenuș Lungu, Ioan Muntean
Deputy Director: Paul Rotaru
Technical Editor Ioan Muntean
Covers Ioan Muntean
Editor-in-Chief: Ion Cuzuioc
Deputy Editor: Stefano Capasso
Editorial Secretary: Anna Maria Sprzęczka
Editors: Vasile Vulpaşu, Anna Maria Sprzęczka, Pietro Napoli, Myriam Ghezaïl Ben Brahim, Zoran Radosavljevic, Suzana Sojtari
Iwan Dartha, Auwal Ahmed Ibrahim, Destiny M O Chijioke, Nikola Orbach Özgenç
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Taifas Literary Magazine No. 6, 2020, December
Zakir Malik
India
In poetry,
Life in Poetry
I live there in neighbourhood of verses,
where you master thoughts
and I hath the ideas
in poetry; unify within stanzas.
Strive under tastes verses absorbed
in rhyme meet at hills of
ends.
In poetry,
I sieve through eras
utopian and
heap each metaphor to
immortalize
my words, and grow
green in books.
In poetry,
I explore pictures as scribbles
and stretch into scene for no reason,
roam in pixels to live till doom.
In poetry,
I am the cloud and torrential rain
which drench fields; barren and fertile
I desire for idealistic crops and fruits,
In poetry, I am eternal and eternity.
Teach me rebirth
Each drop of blood; a sip of death to me
I still breathe, but cease to live anymore
teach me rebirth; while I die from now
seconds count bullets piercing inside.
Each moment, day each year of longing
infuse in me, a few draughts to survive.
These breaths clutch your sketch in them
otherwise worldly venom I had drunk earlier.
Offer me death, I will hide
in woods of heart
I die by days, live by
nights to revamp cause
And succumb to desires of
my motherland
Yet drown into eras
submersed to devotion
I believe in heartbeats
that bear the witness
With each spilling drop, it writes freedom
About:
Zakir Malik is a published poet, editor-inchief
to ILA Magazine reviewer, translator,
columnist, social campaigner and the author of
'The Wail of the Woods'.
Zakir Malik has co-authored more than 10
anthologies.
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ISSN 2458-0198 – ISSN-L 2458-0198
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