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PESHLAFZ

We together
See colorful dreams
That shine
In the hands of morning
Like a red goblet
Like fireflies
in the black odhni of night
Like the sky,
the sea in the spring of dew

Within me
In the wet soil of heart
There is
A hidden
Thing in a box,
With language that
Opens and reveals itself
on a wet paper.
In the stars of words and meanings
That’s I, my poem.
That’s I, my dream.

From ‘Pencil aur doosri nazmein’



Odhni, headscarf