Uzma Rizvi
Memories of the Monsoon Dec 31, 1969
The first drops adorned your hibiscus
Unnoticed Invisibility Dec 31, 1969
I am nothing more than a plain woman.
The one sitting next to you, that you never notice
Harappa Dec 31, 1969
Unearthing history - Unearthing myself..
The Posthumous Dialectic Dec 31, 1969
A slip of paper falls to the floor, slicing the air
Choona Aur Chooriyan Dec 31, 1969
hiding from the brilliance of the sun..
add to my favorite writers 
