You who are alive / Pray for me Pray that no-one else / Lives like me In vain / Dies like me In vain:
Tag: poem
Muslims On Trains
My bhabi scoops out each beard / Till my brother screams in pain / She is terrified if someone / Finds her husband's name!
The Saucer Cannot Hold
My cup of verse fills up / Falls / Without word / Unrhymed / Like cuppa-noodles wasted with too much hot water
A Poet’s Margins
What use are words if they too don't reach hearts in the hinterlands, forests and fields?
Clothes that Belonged to the Tree
The sight is just plain, but beautiful! / These faded clothes whimper their secrets to each other.
of love and borders
i used to wonder / what caused so much conflict / purple blue bodies / lying unclaimed / on both sides.
It’s 1941 to 1943 or 2023…
Books are always burnt before / humans are put into the gas chamber - / A prelude. A Starter.
The Lost Identity
I don’t know / What sorrow could have / Made their heart so heavy / That the light was sucked / Out of their eyes
Swamy and Friends: A Poem by Keki Daruwala
Remembering Father Stan Swamy, SJ (1937-2021).