A poem on the Muslim experience of living in present-day India.
Never have I wished more that I knew it, or been more grateful that I do not.
A poem on love, sorrow and separation.
A poem on perfections, imperfections and self-worth.
'Sometimes I think I'm living a nightmare – how easy it is to kill, but so tough to care?'
Rumination on the years ahead and the idea of a 'life well lived'.