Nujhat Aslam | The Daily Star
  • Nujhat Aslam

  • Slumber of Intoxication

    A strange incense fills in, Stars veiled by the cluster of clouds.
  • The Departure

    I’ll walk past the sea shore,
  • First Snow

    The North wind blows past, Turning pages to unveil the end.
  • The Grim Reaper

    On your last breath you feel, His dark cloak fluttering with the wind. A cold whisper with satire, Grim Reaper says, “Finally we meet.”