A homeless Sindhi woman by Popati Hiranandani

In Akbar the Great’s durbar,

Anarkali, Queen of Beauty, reigned.

Yet

even she was buried alive.

Delhi, India’s pride, and I,

inheritor of the marvels of Indus architecture.

Yet

even I have been buried alive

homeless in history’s graveyard.

 

Note: This poem was translated into English by Anju Makhija and Menka Shivdasani, with Arjan Shad. Following is the original in Sindhi.

 

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