Mohd Arshad

Mohd Arshad Jan 2022

The mouse gnaws at bones
At the pace of day and night;
After that it squeals.

Mohd Arshad Jan 2022

The mouse gnaws at bones
At the pace of day and night;
After that it squeals.

Mohd Arshad Jan 2022

Poetry
Is the axis

On which society moves

Mohd Arshad Jan 2022

On her golden hair
A snow butterfly slides down;
My fingers stops it.

Mohd Arshad Jan 2022

In arms of the clouds
The moon sleeps with eyes open;
Some glowworms twinkle.

Mohd Arshad Dec 2021

स. Poetry

Without poetry,

Society is an autumn tree

Mohd Arshad Dec 2021

स. Ss

Without sorrows

Who would care of our tears?