Zeeshan Haider
@zeeeshanhaider.bsky.social
Exploring the spaces between thoughts and feelings, one poem at a time.
"Poem"
"Zeeshan Haider"
Translated by "Kamran Awan"
We wore pale hues
in the season, that was known for its green blessings
We turned dust, on the lips
that could make a flower bloom on a stalk, just with a kiss
We got imprinted
on a throb that wasn’t even aware of our existence........
"Zeeshan Haider"
Translated by "Kamran Awan"
We wore pale hues
in the season, that was known for its green blessings
We turned dust, on the lips
that could make a flower bloom on a stalk, just with a kiss
We got imprinted
on a throb that wasn’t even aware of our existence........
November 18, 2024 at 9:56 AM
"Poem"
"Zeeshan Haider"
Translated by "Kamran Awan"
We wore pale hues
in the season, that was known for its green blessings
We turned dust, on the lips
that could make a flower bloom on a stalk, just with a kiss
We got imprinted
on a throb that wasn’t even aware of our existence........
"Zeeshan Haider"
Translated by "Kamran Awan"
We wore pale hues
in the season, that was known for its green blessings
We turned dust, on the lips
that could make a flower bloom on a stalk, just with a kiss
We got imprinted
on a throb that wasn’t even aware of our existence........