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

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