B U Afnan Biography

Those eyes, that used to light up
on seeing me come home
those eyes, which just a week back
with EIDI in hand shone.
...

That beautiful face,
was a flower in vase

Beautiful to behold,
...

A brief ping
in a silent night

something seen when everything
...

A tear that never fell
forever calling her eye its cell
a smile that before its bloom died
the lowered eyelids of a shy bride
...

There is no light,
tonight
No moon, no stars- bright
...