I teach English Literature at Imam Bin Saud University, Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.I got my doctorate in English Literature (Literary Criticism) from MANUU, Hyderabad, India. Besides studying English Literature, I calmed down my spirit of curiosity about understanding Islam by doing my Master’s in Islamic Studies from Osmania University, Hyderabad, India. OU applauded my spirit of enquiry by awarding ... more »
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Humera Sultana Poems
As the tear of Time Trickled down the Face of Life I saw a Moment
Who am I? I am the first cry Of a new-born baby Naked and utterly helpless
Sitting on the fence of memories I saw them passing by.... One stood awhile and made me smile While the other waved a 'hi'....
I saw a rose bloom on my grave Crimson in the hues of passion Drenched in the tears of dew It flayed in the mild brisk soft wind
Death In Winter
Death in Winter When I should die I would wish to die in winter When my loved ones cluster around the hearth in a winter wake
Toys of Clay
My Love! Remember those days When you and I played under the Banyan tree And dug up soil from its roots to make toys of clay. I made the HE toy and you made the She
Seed of Love
In the soil of my heart I sowed a seed called Love. Tilled it with sighs Watered it with tears.
A Soul's Endeavour
As I lay dying My contrite heart crying Tears with hope glimmer As the river of life shimmers
Happy Woman's Day.
I am lovelier than love I am more beautiful than beauty I am stronger than strength I am powerful than power.
To Makkah, to Makkah, to do an umra To drink some zamzam And cool my soul's humdrum To go around Kaaba
Deep lakes Little boats Out to explore love With eyelids for
I have loved And loved with all my might A might whose power Crushed my heart to
When The Heart Cries
When the heart cries The eyes look on It weeps and shrieks And mourns and grieves
Touchstone As I plodded my pitted path A pebble pricked me
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As the tear of Time
Trickled down the
Face of Life
I saw a Moment
Roll down its cheek.
A moment made of
Millions of minute
A moment tinted with
A moment that lay
Bare and throbbed
Wild and chained
Panted and gasped
Sobbed and gurgled.
A moment that was
Dark and luminous
Parched and quenched
Tender and strong
Pain and joy.
Circled with a halo
Gathered me in its radiance
To feel eternity.
That infused awe
And a pleasurable dread
A moment of ...