The English Masters’ Institute

Postgraduate Degree in English Literature promises good jobs both in media and at public sector, however interested students are usually unable to find assistance necessary to get through this harder Discipline.

This is why The English Masters’ Institute Powered by Nayrang Transcreation Services is offering cost-effective study assistance via virtual-classroom where required study plan with first-ever professional translations and 100% Non-Plagiarized content including study-notes shall be extended to the students who want to secure their grades with flying colours under the supervision of the selected local and foreign experts using latest technology.

The English Masters’ Institute is not a proverbial diploma mill nor does it have anything to do with Ghost Writing, but quite contrary to such scams it has been established to guide the students through this discipline without spending on expensive books or plagiarised material while especially enabling them to master the art of the bilingual translation, content writing and editing so that they may excel in professional environment admirably in future.

Structure:

* Duration: Three Month
* Classes 5 Days a Week (Online)
* Classes with flexible duration
* First Five Classes Absolutely Free
* Join Regularly After Free Classes
* Charges: 3K Rupees/Month (Online Transfer)
* Separate Charges for Keywords & Insights
* Free Downloadable Textbooks

Feel free to inbox your queries with your WhatsApp number.
Nayrang HR will text you complete details including Profiles of the Team Members and Portfolio of the Project Head.

During Free Classes you may discuss study plan with Project Head in detail, who has spent almost 20 years in top media houses of Pakistan at key positions namely The News, Jang Group of Urdu Newspapers, Geo English, Bol Network, Oxford University Press and Aga Khan University with a postgraduate degree in English Literature.

Let’s learn!

Fluency in English Language & Grammar promises good jobs both in media and at public sector, however interested students are usually unable to find assistance necessary to get through this harder Discipline.

This is why The English Masters’ Institute Powered by Nayrang Transcreation Services is offering cost-effective study assistance via virtual-classroom where required study plan with first-ever professional translations and 100% Non-Plagiarized content including study-notes shall be extended to the students who want to secure their career with flying colours, under the supervision of the selected local and foreign experts using latest technology.

The English Masters’ Institute is not a traditional Tuition Centre.

It only aims at to enable its students to master the art of the bilingual translation, content writing and editing so that they get adjusted in the professional environment without spending on expensive books or plagiarised material.

Structure:

• Duration: Three Months/5 Days a Week (Online)

• First Five Classes Absolutely Free

• Pay Fee to Join Regularly Only After Taking Free Classes

• Charges: 3,000 Rupees/Month (Online Money Transfer)

• Separate Charges for Unique Piracy-Free Keywords & Insights

• Free Downloadable Textbooks

Feel free to inbox your queries with your WhatsApp number.

Our HR will text you complete details including Profiles of the Team Members and Portfolio of the Project Head.

During Free Classes you may discuss the study plan with the Project Head in detail, who has spent almost 20 years in the top-class media houses of Pakistan at key positions namely The News, Jang Group of Urdu Newspapers, Geo English, Bol Network, Oxford University Press and Aga Khan University with a post-graduation in English Literature.

Let’s learn!

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Covid -19: 2020
Written by KAS Wahim | Rhymed-Free-Verse.

Death sweet death thou art my sole beloved whom I adore,
Knock at my door and embrace me love so fear and pain be no more,
A fair-weather friend is life nothing more than a filthy concubine,
But thou seeks me day and night as if I am thine and thou art only mine,
Life is a canker that galls peace of heart until the same is at rest,
But death, O sweet death thou art my only cure that truly fits me best,
One who trust life wages a war that they have already lost in vain,
They are after a harlot they have traded in hope of peace to find only pain,
O sweet death how can I tell thee what life has done for me for nothing?
My heart went out for the w***h that hurt it and cursed with hellish cunning,
O death, sweet death come and look at the burden I have on my chest,
My bones have rusted, my eyes are blind and senses no more blest,
I know noting why am I bound to ferry this payload when no shore in sight?
Why HE has punished me to wage a war that I did never want to fight?
When I implore HE does listen, but never listen to what my heart laments,
But adding insult to injury they call me the Enemy who delude themselves to be saints,
Nor HE blesses my misery neither the ‘blessed ones’ care for a rejected soul,
A conquered land is I am and calamities of all sorts have taken their toll,
The moments are gone that were sweet, and all that I am left to do is mourn,
Captivated in my frame I weigh down in dark with in sight no other bourn,
O death, sweet death thou art my sole beloved whom I adore,
Come my beloved to claim what is yours and unclaim this dirty w***e,
Break the rusty cage, untie the ungodly knot and let me be free,
Cut me down, fall me away, or saw me off, but at peace let me be,
My heart craves for thee trapped in the belly of Fish as once was the poor Jonah,
It loves all thy faces be they hunger or poverty and envy, or the Nobel Corona,

Every Storm Runs out of Rain . . . !
Written by KAS Wahim | Rhymed-Free-Verse.

The Night is darker and darkest is the Day,
Enlighten me O Lord! And show me the Way,
Blind I am that Insight I have lost,
I beg for the Light, ere I give up the ghost,
The Sea is tempestuous and off Course veers Vassal,
With ballast of Hope you Empower it to Wrestle,
The Boat is laden with Sin and Doubt,
And Monster leers ready to clout,
What goes in since must come out,
And What I have sown shall soon sprout,
Nip it in the Bud ere it serpents around,
And seizes the Craft to sink it and ground,
Darkness upon darkness has darkened the Dark,
And beneath the keel circles the Shark,
Salvage O Lord! What is left and Anchor,
The Canker galls and hisses with Rancour,

But every Storm runs out of Rain,
If Pleasure is short-lived so is the Pain,

May the Sun rise erasing the gloom,
O Lord! Raise my soul to its full bloom,

A little Knowledge was a dangerous thing,
I Learnt the hard way that I Knew Nothing,

But now I have known that glitters is not gold,
When Payload is Pawned and Ship is Sold,
Yet Sails of Hope are keeping me Afloat,
And adrift I am in a broken Boat,

If it's better to give than to receive,
Worn I am O Weaver! Knit me and weave,
A stitch in time indeed saves nine,
My Line is Moth-eaten twist it and twine,
And make me Yours as You are Mine . . . !!!

The Golden Mean
Written by KAS Wahim | Rhymed-Free-Verse.

Darkness creeps in and morn not in sight,
O Lord! Say again Let there be Light,
My heart is lost to the Eternal Woes,
And without Pain not a moment goes,
People commit sins and mistakes they make,
Have Mercy on me since All is at stake,
Thunder is roaring and Lightning strikes,
When Snake tempts and Temptation bites,
This Battle never ceases, the War continues,
The Plot keeps twisting and blood brews,
The Fiend hisses and snakes its way,
To claim my soul, when comes the Day,
I know my Sin has known no bound,
O Lord! I repent ere Trumpets sound,
Nothing now I have, but Hope in you,
Show me the Path and give me the Clue,
It’s never too late intending to mend,
I am tired of Fight and want it to End,
Burn me to the Core and singe my flesh,
And make me again out of my ash,
So like a phoenix I may re-arise,
And fly towards Thee to get my Prize,
In the dead of Winter as a glowing Sun,
The Faith remains, when all is undone,
To error is human, to forgive Divine,
My Frame is rusty and prone to pine,
O Lord in Heaven! Gild it and shine . . . !!!

What’s Up . . . ?
Written by KAS Wahim | Rhymed-Free-Verse.

Though since long you have disabled your ‘last-seen’,
But I saw you ‘online’ and wonder who they have been,
You told me you were tired and going to sleep,
And insisted not to disturb you by giving another beep,
If it were not you then, who was ‘sleeping’ . . . ?
I don’t know why now I feel like weeping,
I know you have flown far beyond the sea,
Yet, I believe you to be mine wherever you be,
In the beginning my love you would always reply,
And kept on chatting while texting goodbye,
Remember I still you calling me day and night,
And nothing on your account was hidden in my sight,
I wonder what happened where those moments are,
You were not closer, but not were so far,
Why, a wall-of-fire now rages in between,
The link seems down, the route unclean . . . ?
Always when I call the line is busy,
Is it by chance or something is fishy . . . ?
I believe in you and sustain no doubt,
But how can I sustain this anxiety bout . . . ?
Broken is my device I know to the core,
Since it has happened never before,
When night is over and comes the sun,
I shall go out and buy a new one,
We shall be united to never outgrow,
My heart is weak cannot cushion another blow,
It has been a week since I whatsapped you last,
Waiting for the beep I am hanging on the mast,
I wonder though arrows both have turned blue,
What’s taking so long for a ring overdue . . . ?

An entreaty to My Alchemist!
Written by KAS Wahim | Rhymed-Free-Verse.

Love’s paradox is simple one,
It breaths a new, when all undone,
Since it treads, where no one goes,
And Knowledge Forbidden all it knows,
Yet, knows no bound to cherish and care,
In opening the doors no Soul can dare,

Give heed to my word then O! Maiden,
Fair like thee, yet simple and plain,
Quarrel not with me and do not argue,
What shalt thou listen is not undue,
Weird and strange to some though appears,
But hurts it not and only cheers,
So come with me and go not away,
Now delay I not and would plainly say,

Lust is as sacred as Chastity counts,
Sweet as salt and Sure as Doubts,
To make us whole it rends us apart,
And well it knows its charm and art,
What is thine learn now is mine,
In war and love since all is fine,
Ere Sun rises and Night goes,
Let’s Undress to Dress our Woes,
Do not Hesitate, look not at Door,
A little is more, where little no more,

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride,
Yet, Help me Stand by Lying at my Side,

Nobel to Three is indeed thine Affinity,
But Desire wields a nobler Trinity,
Me, Lust and Thou its Three Arms,
The Holiest Shrine with Sensual Charms,

O! Alchemist mine, Pure and Divine,
Taste its Fruit and Never Pine,
Die not here we then to be eternal,
But go Up in Smoke to be Infernal,

So lose We what When Already in Hell?
Not a bit would HE suffer if Two More Fell!!!

So fear thou not and let me in,
And untie to tie in with Original Sin,
Now Sleep drunken to Wake up Sober,
Thou must Surrender in End to Win,

Touch off our frames and fuse us together,
Let’s Burn `fore Our Lease is over . . .