Jamia Journal Independent Student-run News Website of Jamia Millia Islamia (a Central University)
It was a dark snowy night,
Prancing forlorn under the pale moonlight.
Flickered stars into the blue,
Just then, the golden sea came into view.
Had nothing to say ,not to listen,
Was great to see through bright vision.
Hidden thoughts were coming out,
Want to shout with too much proud.
My heart sinks with painful throb,
Moving ahead in the heat of hope.
Rhythm of gale pricked up my ears,
Can hear the laughter, and taste the tears.
Silent world with obvious relish,
I enjoyed every moment from start to finish.
The darkness grows deeper and deeper,
Can’t forget that night ,and will never and ever.
[Azra Bhashiruddin (2014) is a postgraduate student of Public Administration in the Department of Political Science. She can be reached via email at: azra.bashim [@] gmail.com]
