I make lamps even from the scars of the heart
I make my desolation beautiful
Whether it is the winter season or the rainy season
I celebrate spring with your remembrance
I have not learned to cry over my losses
I remarry the dead heart
When do I need the moon and the stars?
I make my kitty shine
Rasheed Sandeelvi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem