Tag: Urdu
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writer feature: Adeeba Talukder
undulate The East river is never still upon stones and ships. tremble Always, the chance of touch. leaf How thin we are– how everything makes us flap, snap, fall crooked branches before night They are like hands frozen into longing, hairs tangled beyond separation. Urdu A Lucknow courtesan adorned to madness, […]
José Angel Araguz