There’s a note that I wrote to myself that no matter what I’d break down when the circumstances demand and remain weak until I choose to be strong.
I’ve recited a poem to myself tonight, which said,
Waqt ka guzar Jana waqt pe laazmi hain Per humara theher Jana gustakhi toh nahi. Zulmat mein zubaan dikhte nahi magar Lafzon ka zaahir hona saaf nazar ata hain.
It’s almost morning I guess I’ve reached the end, at least of the night.
This is a beautiful piece of Poetry written by Fahima Nahid
