The Golden Waves Of The Padma By Zobaen Sondhi

She & He

She was strong enough to calm him
Sweet enough to tempt him
Intellectual enough to converse with him
Her hands were stern
Her lips soft
Her arms his refuge
Her command his relief
But, he hasn’t found her yet
Nor She his

Leaf

When I fell,
felt like stone
As I land,
I felt,
I am a leaf
left
unleavened by
anything
and held

Escape the snow

Saturday morning spitting rain
dirty snow on Schönewalder Straße,
spring somewhere lost in translation
perhaps a early Christmas vacation

Escape the snow, the mud, the ooze
what have we got to lose,
Call you up, grab your Kamiz
the one I like.
flip the bird to break-up wallow
for all the fun that we can swallow…

English Translation by: Rakhi Rashid