When I asked her
A complicated question
Her scorching silence
Burnt me to ashes
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the question of self analysis, identity, an effort for realization, reason for my being...there r so many questions put forth in front of significance of this world, and human weaknesses. it's beautiful in fact it's beautifully confusing. a complete n true picture of compulsory human dilemma.
if speech is silver, silence is gold...both of you lost your indentities...in different ways, of course...open and concealed...same Mother land? good interesting write, Kamran...10
short, beautifuland very deep write shah sahab....thanks fo sharing 10 for this wonderful work rgds asif
the cinerary under your feet will show you the depth of her desires ---delve deep and pick up the shreds from the dust ++++++10 regards anju (do read mine YOUR BEAUTIFUL EYES)
You're very patriotic Kamran and this piece reflects your divine patriotism to your Motherland.Brilliant expression! ! ! ! ! !
This is a great thought. U could have made it a bit clearer and cogent....still it is a great piece.
This piece is enigmatic! For a poet's lamentations about his Lost identity under the burden of belonging, which quashes his very history! Heart rendering, a moment of tragedy repeated world over.