for faiz

Janaab Faiz Sahib,

Aadab!

I have a friend, Faiz Saab. A young girl. A young poet. She is mad. She writes poetry in the most unpoetic situations. Correction. She write good poetry in bad times. A restless soul, a tiny restless soul. A creature who lives by her whims, unaffected, yet moved.

What does one do with such maddness? If gone unchecked she might just cause a revolt, and yet may never realize it.

It's a shame that she never got to meet you.

With regards,