Five Poems
By Harnidh Kaur
I fed you bullets,
for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,
for sixty seven years, every day,
slipped into the buns you bought
from the nanwai, dissolved into
the noon chai you drank.
The Business of Tragedies
By Raj Shekhar Sen
But justice and dignity are still exclusive. Only a certain genetic predisposition has acquired the rights to them. But do not fear, for everything else there’s Mastercard.
Cafe Dissensus Everyday 