POETRY OF BURHAN
Just crows, sparrows kneeled under wings
while the lambs hurried from pens to stray,
even they shine more when drenched
the rains made me remember my winged heart.
Panting, when I was out of breaths, I learnt love
too late was that, then my tongue was bitter
I can merely utter hate and pain, how can I love
now my verses sing torn Romeos and lost Juliets.
At night, I shrunk into lost corners in outskirts
lonely reckoning the trampled lovers of world
then passionately, I let snails to host my love
but my stone heart widened fast like plagues.
© BURHAN I OWE AGONIES
The rain I drenched yesterday
sighs that made air to blow. . .
Yesterday I left them
yesterday sighed calm
yesterday earth was dry. . .
Now the Mastaan cries
the drunkard longs
the wines of death. . .
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https://www.facebook.com/writerburhan/ Peerzada Burhan, a 21-year old writer hails from the beautiful valley of Kashmir. From school, the poet has a great love for literature and books, which gradually embossed in him. He writes both poetry as well as fiction. Several poems and short stories of this author are published in renowned anthologies and magazines.
Peerzada Burhan is inspired by several writers especially Rumi, Jaun Elia, Agha Shahid Ali and Faiz Ahmad Faiz. This gentle poet inks everything he feels inside and tries to portray the unheard secrets.