Thursday, 3 November 2016

Zarra-Nawazi ~ Stories From Urdu

(Urdu; one of my fav words/phrases this literally means kindness shown to a mere speck. It is used to express gratitude and give thanks.):

The last leaf of autumn is so lonely in her fraying marriage to that weak branch. Thickened veins of effort run deep through her now browned skin.

And yet.
That young, gallant wind of the night slows down on seeing her.
Shushes the howls of his eager friends.
Waits softly in the dark day after day after day through September.
Letting her finally choose when to declare winter.


#StoriesFromUrdu (This was requested by the lovely Prerna Jaiswal​ who was my fav person to clown around every cantata at school with. Video here.)

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