thousand splendid suns run in fun
in the dwelling of my life's turn
in the crossed wood of junction
where i am left with no direction
...
i pray to god in vain,
if i pray to lure my own pain.
for sordid breach in humanity
is the gravest adversity.
...
presently pursuing the degree of architecture, i am deeply interested in poetry and literature as whole.)
Cry For Me
thousand splendid suns run in fun
in the dwelling of my life's turn
in the crossed wood of junction
where i am left with no direction
perennial monsoon rains in my heart
grave pain, oh it hurts
shady clouds shade nonstop
in the darkness where i stop
i lift my head but it cowers
in reminiscence of your bowers
gushes spring of tears
from my eyes, the sorrow they wears
grieving the moment's ornament
oh sworn in my repent
lovely hours sway dry
in the memories i cry
i cry not in avenge
i blame you not in revenge
for you my life was
and to end as it pass
i ask you not for my love
as you coo my lovely dove
but just for the grieve you see
please cry for me