POETRY

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,
And then comes … Continue reading

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