At night
A solitary weeping tossed about in bed
Hugging a sigh
The sigh was a destitute
In the dark
It had no one else to call its own
Except the weeping…
Source : HUMMING A PIECE OF SOLITUDE
Poems of ROUSAN ARA BEGUM
Translated by SYED AHMED SHAH
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