Comments about Humera Sultana
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
I put mine in a wooden box and you put yours in an iron trunk
And then we parted ways...
Each night, I pulled out me from myself
Sat by the window and wrote long love letters
The moon a mute witness to my euphoria and melancholia