Monday, November 2, 2009

I have seen Paz













I have seen Paz
On the tomb of
Amir Khusrau
In the yellow shade of evening
Sleeping
Under the canopy of
Rhythm and word,
between
Nizamuddin Auliya and Amir Khusrau
Under the arches of poems
I still see Paz.
.

From ‘Pencil aur doosri nazmein’
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