"A SIMPLE REQUEST"
Lord, I know the duty of a hostess,
but please let it be that this year
either rain clouds visit me
or my loneliness
"OBSTINATE"
Why should I be the first to phone?
He knows too:
last night came the first monsoon
"TO A FRIEND"
Listen, girl, these moments are clouds:
you let them pass and they’re gone.
Soak up their moist touch. Get
drenched.
Don’t waste a single drop.
Listen, downpours don’t remember
streets,
and sunshine can’t read roadsigns.
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Parveen Shakir three Poems(Poetry) Collection
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