-Hauz Rani, 6:24 p.m. Let’s walk out into the light, my love! Why not? There’s time before night, my love. This sky is hard to define, it’s true; both bats and birds are in flight, my love. Recall how we shivered for hours that night— Shaheen Bagh was crowded and bright, my love. This morning, rain washed our smokey sky; Hany Babu’s still jailed tonight, my love. A coward, yes; I’ve surrendered my name— to this broken world, I write my love.
Song for You