Four Poems
By Yash Pandit
Had we only enough
Turns on the clock,
I would resuscitate
The farthest of summers
Just to warm your wrists
On these winter evenings.
By Yash Pandit
Had we only enough
Turns on the clock,
I would resuscitate
The farthest of summers
Just to warm your wrists
On these winter evenings.
By Cafe Dissensus
We read and shared more poetry – protest poetry from young campus-going voices and from poets using satire as their best weapon to resist the authoritarian crushing of dissent. We also read poetry that took us on other voyages – quests with one’s body, sexuality, loneliness, and depression. In all of this, we continued to controvert, question, debate.