readers submission
POETRY / Prayers of a mother for the sons and daughters on the street
justice—where is justice?
POETRY / Rebel is a letter in red
Where voices unite, a chorus strong, / Demanding justice, righting wrong
POETRY / Raw Magnolias
This is a garden, these are my petals; this is my armoring plant
POETRY / I've seen love
I've seen love/ Rolling down from a mother's eyes/ As she picks her lean child, bathed in innocent blood
POETRY / A means to an end
go further than/ what the hills have seen/ through their ice pick scars
POETRY / Saree
The yard in this noontime is buzzing with/ The white aroma of the guava flower
POETRY / Cyan is my name when I talk about you
I'm tired of living with this nagging thought that we'll cross paths someday, /You and I
POETRY / A Desire or death eats away at my corpse. You are basking in the sun
Do you want my hands/ Will they be enough to keep you warm
POETRY / Sleepy ghost flight
You have made ice out of my heart;/ we were once nothing–you brutalise me
Prayers of a mother for the sons and daughters on the street
justice—where is justice?
Rebel is a letter in red
Where voices unite, a chorus strong, / Demanding justice, righting wrong
Raw Magnolias
This is a garden, these are my petals; this is my armoring plant
I've seen love
I've seen love/ Rolling down from a mother's eyes/ As she picks her lean child, bathed in innocent blood
A means to an end
go further than/ what the hills have seen/ through their ice pick scars
Saree
The yard in this noontime is buzzing with/ The white aroma of the guava flower
Cyan is my name when I talk about you
I'm tired of living with this nagging thought that we'll cross paths someday, /You and I
A Desire or death eats away at my corpse. You are basking in the sun
Do you want my hands/ Will they be enough to keep you warm
Sleepy ghost flight
You have made ice out of my heart;/ we were once nothing–you brutalise me
The smell
“Stop mocking me, Atif! I am telling you there is something here.”
