“You are a cool cemetery.You have the sinner’s graveYou have the saint’s earthcollidingYou have all the bedsnarrow as a knife;as if a rally of tombstones to defend death.But you can’t really postponethe inauguration of my burial,can you?From the poem - Few Words to Cemetery”
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