(13 February 1911 - 20 November 1984 / Sialkot / British India)

My Interview

The wall has grown all black, upto the circling roof.
Roads are empty, travellers all gone. Once again
My night begins to converse with its loneliness;
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  • Will Barber (1/24/2007 6:46:00 PM)

    A haunting and painful write - you do great service bringing such verse to the West. 10, without hesitation. For some reason - and I would not care to analyze it closely - this reminds of of Garcia Lorca.

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