Poetry Once Again....
I know it's been a while. But unless you are not living under a rock, you must be knowing how devastating the last few months have been for the entire world. And it's not yet over, unfortunately. I shall write about some of the things in future posts. But in the meanwhile, here is another feeble attempt of mine to be a poet. I am not nor do I claim to be so don't judge, please. And here is it's translation in English, Now there is no night of separation, there are no moments of being together. There is no one in whom I exist, nor anyone is within me. I have learned the art of hiding the pains, In the ashes of tears, somewhere, a peal of lost laughter is left. Nor there is any regret from the word and nor there is sorrow-filled mysef, It's just my control on tears cos there are some more breaths that are left. A ruined world of heart and constantly wet eyes is the only earning now left, No sorrowful or comforter is now left with Aman! Hopefully I shall be m