If I, You, and We Were

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Have you ever winked at a star? Of course, everyone has. But, has a star ever winked back? Well, in this poetry collection it does wink back: the last puff of least wanted goodbye, the first ray of unanticipated joy, the whisper of love in the right ear—other times, deaf and dumb—the simultaneous fall of seasons, the rebirth of nature, and unapologetically, marching life.

I am a 28 year old Poet from Pakistan who lost his tongue to the words of this book some months ago— the months are weightier than two dozen of oranges. Why do I write poetry, you may ask? To light up a world with my ashes.