(Also: Smoking is bad for you)
Main fikr ko dhuyein me udata chala gaya...
This is a letter in search of the departed father who looked out the window with his child at the night sky and made her believe in infinity; that time is not linear, and what often feels lost and distant, comes together, somewhere - once again
Beautiful. Thank you for your selectons of lines from "Enigma," and for sharing your own work. They are like super-focus!
where can one find your other poems ?
Love Poems for https://www.newyorker.com/books/page-turner/love-poems-for-the-border-patrol
Thanks
Main fikr ko dhuyein me udata chala gaya...
This is a letter in search of the departed father who looked out the window with his child at the night sky and made her believe in infinity; that time is not linear, and what often feels lost and distant, comes together, somewhere - once again
Beautiful. Thank you for your selectons of lines from "Enigma," and for sharing your own work. They are like super-focus!
where can one find your other poems ?
Love Poems for https://www.newyorker.com/books/page-turner/love-poems-for-the-border-patrol
Thanks