A poem on the completion of hundred days of the Russia-Ukraine war and how the media commodifies war, death and destruction.
'Why haven't you ever been my abode?'
'Under the rubble of a whole nation, we have only phalluses...'
The poet attempts to portray the loss the farmers are bearing with.
A poem on the turn India is taking, and the fear of dark times ahead in the hearts of minority communities.
This poem is in solidarity with the women fighting against the hijab ban in the schools and colleges in Karnataka.
A poem on the recent Nagaland killings by the armed forces.