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
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'....
As the tear of Time Trickled down the Face of Life I saw a Moment
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
Seed of Love
In the soil of my heart I sowed a seed called Love. Tilled it with sighs Watered it with tears.
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
To Makkah, to Makkah, to do an umra To drink some zamzam And cool my soul's humdrum To go around Kaaba
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.
A Soul's Endeavour
As I lay dying My contrite heart crying Tears with hope glimmer As the river of life shimmers
When The Heart Cries
When the heart cries The eyes look on It weeps and shrieks And mourns and grieves
When my heart burns My love rejoices Burn it should To keep it aflamed.
I have loved And loved with all my might A might whose power Crushed my heart to
First I am in love Next Love is in me
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Who am I?
I am the first cry
Of a new-born baby
Naked and utterly helpless
Wailing-‘Love me, for I am
Yours, Mother. I come from the
Deep recesses of a sacred womb.'
I am an intoxicating attribute of God
Whose oneness I utter in every prayer
I am the tread of every young and old
That hither to the call of prayer.
I am the quiver aroused by the touch of the beloved
The bruise on my beloved’s lips
A kiss whose lingering taste
Wakes me up to its moment
I am the glisten of the beads of libido.
I am the charm that hangs around your ...