Evening Shrouds by Syed Shehzar M. Doja
The evening — the cold resilient / sweet evening is adrift / Listen! The muezzin / screams into corners / of himself. […]
The evening — the cold resilient / sweet evening is adrift / Listen! The muezzin / screams into corners / of himself. […]
You still — dream in / palette tips, lost tongues, / hung in cloth / floating on the bank of the Ganges’ / sacred […]