Where the lands are vast and skies fallow,
Atop the mountains' crest.
Rests a light unbound and hallow,
That separates the east and west.
Following
Stories by Sardaarji
When Will the Moon Die?
If Moon was a Child and spring his youth,
He'd cry for a flower and die of sloth.
The Ace of Spades
Its the story about an orphan who has been prejudiced by society since young. He feels that his friends are h...
Ye Na Thi Humaari Qismat
A hindi-urdu poetry collection on various masks and faces of life.