This poetry collection is a tribute to my father who always wanted to read my published work. A day before his death he told me that Khoob likho (write more). No one can completely understand the role of father in the life of a girl whose mother left this world when she was just eleven month old. The last fifty days were full of trauma for me but still I tried and arranged few of my poems to give it a form of book.
Sincere suggestions and feed backs concerning my writing will be highly appreciated.
All visible and invisible errors are solely my responsibility. I hope I didn't waste your priceless time.
20th of August 2015
Asma Siddiqui
YOU ARE READING
Snippets of my emotions.
PoetryThe moon, the other celestial bodies, The gorgeously arranged galaxies, And the fairy tales, Those white angels, Magical jinn and mighty lamps, The first love of every child, The first dream of every curious eye, Is out of reach, Always. That e...
