COFFINS
Mother!
You had said,
“Go in the Palanquin, bless you
Do not forget, my love!
That you will leave your new home
Only when in the coffin
And if you leave before that, dear
daughter
That wouldn’t be less than a death for
you .”
Mother, you never said that I will have
to die a fresh death every day
See, how many old and new coffins of your
daughter
Have collected at every step in this
‘home’
When I pass by
Each of them weeps loudly
Speaks to me about the cause of the
demise
And asks, “For how long have I to die
without being buried, like this?”
But how can I ask you this question,
Mother
For I don’t know where you are!
THOSE SHOES
Those shoes are noisy
Their sound on the floor
Wanting to crush the soft earth with
their hardness`
The noise of broad short heels walking
away
Arouses strange emotions in my heart
Walking on a path that does not lead to
my happiness
After several hours into the night
Those shoes step inside, an unbalanced
gait
Throwing their weight on the delicate
things around them
Oh, how I hate those shoes.
THE GIRL WHO WANTED TO HOLD MOON
She doesn't get angry and doesn't talk much
Stares motionlessly, or cries secretly
Both her eyes now are devoid of deeams
Keep her as you like, she can take any weather
In her life, there is only one strange season
Now with stoney eyes, only stares at the stars above
The girl who wanted to hold the moon
She doesn't get angry and doesn't talk much
Stares motionlessly, or cries secretly
Both her eyes now are devoid of deeams
Keep her as you like, she can take any weather
In her life, there is only one strange season
Now with stoney eyes, only stares at the stars above
The girl who wanted to hold the moon
THE UNENDING ROAD
I am tired of walking this far
The road doesn't come to an end
My legs pain of blisters
There is no sign of destination
No shade comes to sight , no trees
The hot sun burns over my head
The sunrays piercing like arrows
My hair dirty and grey
Lines spread over my face
O road, you were never on my side
I don't see any destination
Let us draw into a river, or rust in a desert
Before I succumb to defeat, I long to rest on a rock before I fall
Let's now halt where no-one is around!
I am tired of walking this far
The road doesn't come to an end
My legs pain of blisters
There is no sign of destination
No shade comes to sight , no trees
The hot sun burns over my head
The sunrays piercing like arrows
My hair dirty and grey
Lines spread over my face
O road, you were never on my side
I don't see any destination
Let us draw into a river, or rust in a desert
Before I succumb to defeat, I long to rest on a rock before I fall
Let's now halt where no-one is around!
Dr. Tarannum Riyaz\, former senior
fellow of Ministry of Culture, Govt of India and the recipient of several national
and international awards and honors, is a SAARC Literature Awardee for the year
2014. She holds the degrees of Masters in Education and Urdu and is a Doctorate
in Education. Dr. Tarannum Riyaz has authored more than 20 books of Fiction,
Criticism and Poetry and her works have been the subject of doctoral research
in several universities of India and abroad. Her works have been translated in
many national and foreign languages. Her writings are prescribed for research
and studies at different levels in educational institutions of India. She has
been lecturing in prestigious educational and research institutions in India
and abroad.
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