Comments about Shagufta Naaz
A Young Widow
At each sunrise a young widow mourns
Screams and howls against dawn
Unaware the sweetness of the morn
She sobs with her babe at the lawn.
Tears seem like a pearl on her cheeks
And eyes gleam like a beam
Some drops of tears fall on her feet
And some merge in the soil of heap.
But her pale and naked babe shrieks
Laying on her lap sans feed
Oh! She recalls her past memories
Loosing in her thoughts sans babe's need.
She finds her path with sorrow
Like a bamboo her life is hollow
Ah! She laments on each morrow
And roams with her babe on the...