Ubaidullah Pandit (عبيدالله پنڈت)

She rose, she shone. Long ago did misogyny die With an unheard moan. Now let the misogynists hide Under the cloak of arrogance, Bigotry, hubris and specious manliness. Let the daughters of Eve Ever rise, arise and shine. Let them breathe The zephyr of freedom. Let men woo them to win them, Not to own them. (28-Jan-2016)

January isn't all too winter for me. It’s the coming of spring to me; No, it’s the spring unto itself. His blooming in the month Made it all the warm, Ever thawing out the waters of joy. His pater love has been so nourishing That he made this sapling a tree That vies to reach and branch out to light. How I wish my filial love suffice To bear fruits to this gardener of mine, Who's been tilling the soil so well.