A poem about my identity as a woman part of a refugee family and the anxieties associated with it.
Wash your hands before we start, this is about to get dirty.
On conversations on feminism with men.
'This is life, made mostly of wasted days.'
A poem on living day-to-day and month-to-month as the economic toll of the pandemic makes itself felt.
A poem written to help people understand why mental health and depression should not be taken lightly.
A resident doctor shares her experience of contracting coronavirus, getting hospitalised and her mental state in isolation.