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My Past – Meena Kumari’s Poem

Meena Kumari's Sketch

My past
My loneliness, a blind abyss
Filling my breath
Ticking in my pulse
Etched deep into time
By myriad passing moments.
My blood crying for a cupped hand
Seeking a companion
Seeking identity
Seeking completeness.
My loneliness
Your wounds are my sores
Your pangs my sighs.
You, a deserted mosque,
I, your prayer call
Echoeing its own despair
Kneeling on widowed earth
Praying to whom?

Poem by Meena Kumari – Sketch and Translations (from the Urdu) by Fatima Ahmed

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