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Wilfred Edward Salter Owen, MC (18 March 1893 – 4 November 1918) was an English poet and soldier, one of the leading poets of the First World War. His war poetry on the horrors of trenches and gas warfare was heavily influenced by his mentor Siegfried Sassoon, and stood in stark contrast both to t... Read More

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Fikar Insaa Par Tri Hasti Se Yeh Roshan Howa
Hai Par Murgh Takhayyul Ki Rasai Taa Kuja
Tha Saraapa

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludg

Sitaron Se Aage Jahan Aur Bhi Hain
Abhi Ishq Ke Imtehan Aur Bhi Hain

Tahi Zindagi Se Nahi Ye Fez

Meri Aawargi Logo, Nahi Be Jaa Qasam Le Lo…!
Ager Tum Dekhte Usko, To Mere Ham_Qadam Hote…

1 Move him into the sun--
2 Gently its touch awoke him once,
3 At home, whispering of fields unsow

I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell,
Like a Sun, in his last deep hour;
Watched the

Mein Sochta Hun,
Lekin Samajh Nahi Pata,
Uske Roone Ki Waja Kia Thi,
Mein Ne To Bas Itna Pooch

Mana Ke Marne Walon Ko Bhula Dete Hain Sabhi
Mujh Zinda Ko Bhool Kar Tum Ne To Riwayat Hi Badal Di

War broke: and now the Winter of the world
With perishing great darkness closes in.
The foul torna

Not one corner of a foreign field
But a span as wide as Europe;
An appearance of a titan's grave,

Ujala Ban K Aaa Jao Mere Tareek Lamhon Main...
K Tere Bin Sabhi Khushiyan Mujhy Ghamgeen Lagti Hai

Shor Hai Ho Gaye Duniya Se Musalman Nabood
Hum Yeh Kehte Hein Keh Thein Bhi Kahin Muslim Mojod

W

So neck to stubborn neck, and obstinate knee to knee,
Wrestled those two; and peerless Heracles
Co

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the s

Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight?
Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows,
Drooping

Jo Baat Hum Keh Nahi Sakte, Usey Ham Farz Karte Hain
Chalo Hum Farz Karte Hain, Hame Tum Se Mohabb

He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless,

Sit on the bed. I'm blind, and three parts shell.
Be careful; can't shake hands now; never shall.

Sit on the bed; I'm blind, and three parts shell,
Be careful; can't shake hands now; never shall.

Seeing we never found gay fairyland

And missed the tide of Lethe; yet are soon
For that new brid

Some little while ago, I had a mood
When what we know as 'Nature' seemed to me
So sympathetic, amp

Under his helmet, up against his pack,
After so many days of work and waking,
Sleep took him by th

Wilfred Owen Poetry

Wilfred Edward Salter Owen, MC (18 March 1893 – 4 November 1918) was an English poet and soldier, one of the leading poets of the First World War. His war poetry on the horrors of trenches and gas warfare was heavily influenced by his mentor Siegfried Sassoon, and stood in stark contrast both to the public perception of war at the time and to the confidently patriotic verse written by earlier war poets such as Rupert Brooke. Among his best-known works – most of which were published posthumously – are "Dulce et Decorum est", "Insensibility", "Anthem for Doomed Youth", "Futility", "Exposure" and "Strange Meeting".... Read More