There is nothing left of my home except the desire to build it. — Masaud Akhtar Zaigham, The Jewels of Urdu Poetry Copy Share WhatsApp
by Masaud Akhtar Zaigham
Poetry · 700 pages
“In spite of a strong ideological commitment, Faiz continued to be a romanticist at heart and his poetry never degenerated into a sermon.”
“Life itself is nothing but a continuous chain of separations.”
“Beauty is the reflection of truth and the heart is its mirror.”
“In the world I tried to survive, there was no hope left, no man sheltering another.”
“The pain strikes you like a violent cramp seizing your brain, sharp and twisting, as if something inside your skull is tightening with unbearable force.”
“My self-respect would never allow me to fall on my knees for you, again, for the trillionth time now.”
“There is a particular kind of heartbreak that doesn’t come from lost love, but from lost safety.”
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