Saying a poem is not a desire to seek praise from the world, it is not a display of one's talent. It is the act of looking at your past moments, upside down, hugging your waking chest and loving it, waking up with it, burning with it. Like an innocent child, when he finds something he likes, he wants to stay as long as possible in the company of his find and forget everything. This is how the poem came to me. So I always held him close to my chest, just sharing my loneliness.
(Khurshid Akram)
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