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Last Twilight of hopes & dreams
Basarat Bashir
Poetry
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I hand over Last Twilight to you, as you are in it. You are in it, when you say; “I have to keep many promises My hands have to crack again” And when you plan half-hearted; “I often sit, along roadside Dreaming big, taking sips of tea” You cannot forget your school, friends, your motherland. The tragedies that hit you before your eyes. It tells you stories of unsung heroes, you might forget them, but Last Twilight cannot.
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With permission from the author, let me introduce you to a poem taken from 'Last Twilight''. In the following poem, the poet, through his evocative imagery, takes us on a painful journey of a girl named 'Roshnas'. Roshnas is experiencing depression as a result of matrimonial customs and rituals surrounding marriage. Here is the poem 彡ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴇꜱᴛ ʟɪᴇᴅ彡 Mauled by depression /Prolonged sleep /'Roshnas' always had leftover food /In her darkroom, which separates /Freaky girl, abandoned worldy light /The balcony is longing /Hanging pots crave her footsteps /Damsel in the village is sick /Witchcraft! Blue eyed Priest, grasped /Her forehead, pressurised /Ordered to look into her cold eyes /What she saw, a phantom scene /'Samavar' laden with dry fruits /Hanging earrings, all the chimes of golden bangles /Heavy platter of 'Wazwan' /Presented with fancy notes /Exchange of costly goods and items /The last drop of blood and /Sweat of her father /Sensed Bad odours, she woke up /The priest was sprinkling sacred ash /Over the embers /Excited for her utterance /Everyone was staring at her /She came out with the lost vocals /The known truth remain buried /In the corpse of living 'Roshnas' ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏᴜʀ ɪɴɴᴇʀᴍᴏꜱᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ-ʀᴇᴀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɪꜱ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ɴᴜᴍʙ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʀꜱʜ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʟɪꜰᴇ.
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The introspections of the dreams and hope in poetic cutlets.