Dina Nath Nadim Poems

A road jumped into a lane;
darkness was rooted there.
Two doors closeby
whispered
...

In the mid summer

the leaves of young poplars
fell.
Only a few leaves
crowned them;
...

I will not sing today,
I will not sing
of roses and of bulbuls
of irises and hyacinths
...

A thin stream
flowed down the hill
like a king.
...

Spring-wind passed by our door
and
with restive fingers
beat its breast.
...

A plant irritably said to the slope:
'You have held my feet.
I crave for
a jump
...

The crows shouted
for
they knew not how to spend the leisure;
the nightingales adorned their nests,
...

Such are days I can believe the moon to be
Unleavened bread, but for scars I see unseam
A neck so collared in every dissolute color; I’ll believe,
...

The topmost branch of a tree
trembled in the early morning
...

Two eyes gazed out of a window
and then
came the wind.
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