A raindrop whispered to the cloud above:

“You are my heart’s desire, my eternal love.

I fall beneath your shadow, lost in gaze,

Yearning to meet you, in ethereal ways.”

 Yasir Qazi, a writer and poet from Sindh, Pakistan shares his poem

The poet is an acclaimed Sindhi literary figure, building upon a four-generation tradition of poetic excellence. With a prolific literary career spanning three decades, he has mastered the art of composing in both Sindhi and Urdu. His impressive repertoire includes translations of iconic Sindhi and Urdu poems into English and Urdu, bridging cultural divides. Recently, he has expanded his creative horizons by writing poetry in English, dedicating himself to this new pursuit full-time.

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Amidst the Skies, a Delicate Confession

A raindrop whispered to the cloud above:

“You are my heart’s desire, my eternal love.

I fall beneath your shadow, lost in gaze,

Yearning to meet you, in ethereal ways.”

The cloud replied, with gentle, soothing tone,

“Dear raindrop, you are mine, my own.

Born from my depths, your existence I’ve shaped,

How can I be your crush, when we’re intertwined?”

In another realm, a fragrance asked the flower,

“From your womb, I emerged, in sweetest hour.

Your petals shape my scent, my essence your frame,

Who is the lover, and who is the beloved’s name?>

The flower smiled, its beauty to unfold,

“Neither I, without you, nor your aroma to hold.

I am the vessel, the keeper of your charm,

You, the fragrance that fills my every form.”

“I am the seeker, and you, my heart’s quest,

The lover, and I, the beloved, at rest.

Inseparable, we dance, a waltz divine,

Together, we bloom, an eternal, sacred vine.

Inseparable, we sway, a sacred dance,

The lover and beloved, a timeless trance.

I seek you, and you, my heart’s desire,

Unruffled, we blossom, an immortal, burning fire.”

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Published under International Cooperation with "Sindh Courier"