This poem is dedicated to India's Red Fort, that stood by and was a part of our history, only to be sold to the highest bidder today
Gender roles seep into our childhoods, and one girl tries to take on the ominous 'Society'
This poem uses the metaphor of the rapeseed plant to describe the atrocities in Unnao and Kathua.
India is burning and being betrayed, with new scandals and rising unemployment everyday. Is India being fooled?
Love is a swimming pool, and I’m only a fool who still hasn’t learnt how to swim.
A poem about the end of millennial relationships.