This dawn is unvarying, lovely, peaceful, dewy,
Morning sky has opened its store of breathing clouds,
I am convinced that while writing her book, The Begum and the Dastan (Westland Publications, 2021), Tarana Husain Khan’s aim was to leave her readers in a literary stupor, dizzy and yearning for more.
Shengdey awoke suddenly on a bed with an old man sitting beside him. “Are you okay, my child?” He asked, idly stirring a boiling pot of tea.
Darkness on a piece of paper
Black soaks the white
They took away my land, I said:
Thank you for building the railroad.
Two flats facing each other
He’s on the stairs, she’s at the door
For wounded soldiers rarely feel, Of throbbing hearts and broken skin.
Not even the asters accepting your gaze.
I would remember a face like this if I had seen it around.