By Ishrat Afreen |
From the womb of the night A tiny ray of light was thus born: Night uncurled the lovely pink fists of Dawn Read her palm Whispered to the morning breeze And made the dew weep.A star laughed Moonlight smiled and went tripping away Turning on her side, weakly A flutter of movement, a whisper: “Oh, it`s a girl!” It is still carved into my hearing The first prayer of my elders. |