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Jul 14 2016 سُرمئي دروازي کي کولِ ته جيون ٻولي
This is the Sindhi poem, again on Emily Hauze’s photo I wrote a year back when I was in Quetta.
She had basically attached the following poem to this photo:
“Am I kin to Sorrow,
That so oft
Falls the knocker of my door—
Neither loud nor soft,
But as long accustomed,
Under Sorrow’s hand?
Marigolds around the step
And rosemary stand,
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Jul 12 2016 پاڻي اڄ اتهاس لڳي ٿو
I wrote this poem in Sindhi getting inspiration from the above photo Emily Hauze had shared on Facebook a year back. I don’t precisely recall the place where she had snapped this photo, but guess it was somewhere near Larkana, the north-western famous district of Sindh province, where one of the–rather the oldest of–civilizations, the Indus … Continue reading