Husna Amin Biography

In the darkest hours of insanity,
When the living-with-a-heart, loses control
Every action turns into a ruthless killing of the self
And, in the darkest hours, the soul, do they shout in pain?
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The trajectory of love
and the hopeless attempt to understand it-
They call it 'the ultimate feeling'
I call it a 'flying dove'
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Here and now I am
Don't search me in your tomorrow
The tomorrow that may never come
Give me your affection, your love
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In an unending space of undefinable beauty,
There she holds a clean mirror...
From her pen goes the unadulterated truth,
She is an honest observer.
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In your soft hands I keep mine,
Holding the tiny fingers I feel divine.
Have I ever told you my babies, you are my precious gifts from God?
Feel my heart through my touch, dear little angels
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