“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”

“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”

“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)”

“Politicians are the sole cause of our incurable social eczema”

“I try to grasp the colour of my blood and all I feel is life slipping through the colourless veins.”

“Some broken vases can still hold beautiful flowers”

“Wish I could be a fragile piece of glass to accept my brokenness.”

“A moment can be left inside the memory of time.”

“Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear”

“She felt nervy as all her excitements turned into weaknesses”

“The land is always there...it is you who has to return”

“My mind mends my motives and my notion navigates my natives,for we all are made of soil-our corrupted soil.”