Five Poems
By Ajmal Khan
This time,
When my Mobile phone rang
They understood
I am a Dalit.
By Ajmal Khan
This time,
When my Mobile phone rang
They understood
I am a Dalit.
By Linda Ashok
There’s an eye in every injury for the world to see the wound
like a black bird masked in snow longing to stay
By Goirick Brahmachari
Pakistani, because Sain Zahoor fucks me up,
Bangladeshi – there, there, my roots lie
Icelandic, for the music is high
American, for the Delta Blues and Jazz and Beats and Dylan and Malcom X …
By Manash Bhattacharjee
This Monsoon: A Ghazal
By Paromita Mukherjee
Poem: Finally Free
By Alisa Velaj
Seven poems by Albanian poet, Alisa Velaj.
By Raj Shekhar Sen
And
I have held all these experiences together
to knit one word,
refugee.
By Ajit Kumar
I was asked to leave Brown University for not doing any school work. I struggled with alcoholism and bipolar disorder as a young woman, but managed to graduate from Barnard College.
By Goirick Brahmachari
Every fucking word is holy!
Holy marriage, Holy infidelity.
By Ramaa Sonti
It happened.
The warmth of the rising sun along with the flames within created a blazing passion.
By Chandramohan S
Three poems of resistance
By Maya Dev
Two poems.