“Death is buried there into death Hunger strikes on its own last breathNo spine to shiver, no heart talks At life’s craving poverty mocksFrom the poem 'Exhumation”
Munia Khan“My tears of joyhear the raindrops crying,as the rain never wants to pourdown on my cloudy dayswhen I makeour love-dreamsfor the sun to dreamonly for you....(From the poem "Only For You" By Munia Khan)”
Munia Khan“I try to grasp the colour of my blood and all I feel is life slipping through the colourless veins.”
Munia Khan“Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear”
Munia Khan“My mind mends my motives and my notion navigates my natives,for we all are made of soil-our corrupted soil.”
Munia Khan