Somewhere today, a baby conceived on the eve of the abrogation will be born; just think of all the hatred, hunger, violence and courage we’ve seen in the past 38 long weeks— what stories will we tell this child when…
Poems about the dark times.
Somewhere today, a baby conceived on the eve of the abrogation will be born; just think of all the hatred, hunger, violence and courage we’ve seen in the past 38 long weeks— what stories will we tell this child when…
‘In the FIR, the police claimed that the communal violence was a “premeditated conspiracy” which was allegedly hatched by Mr. Khalid and two others.’ -The Hindu This world is built on sand and silt, dark clouds are hanging low; how…
-Jahanpanah, 1341Smoke drifts in from campswhere starving men stewanimal hides and rotten meat. The sultan is angry; the traveler is put under guard—he fasts for nine days, reciting, Allah is sufficient for us,and most excellent is the Protector.Freed, he finds an excuse to…
How many summers have comesince Harappa and Mohenjo-daro faded or fell? We’ve all heard the story:a rivers runs dry or changes course, a new pestilence rides into town,crops wither in baking fields.Each time it happens must seem like the first time—hungry families camp outside city…
When Trump met Modi in February,we bought three billion bucks of his militarytechnology and flying machines—now he wants our hydroxychloroquine.If Modi had been a better tactician,he’d have said, Yes, under one condition:keep your deadly helicopters,send food and masks and ventilators!
‘Man posts ‘‘no ventilators in Ludhiana” on Facebook, booked for sedition’-Indian ExpressSure, we could put a ventilatorat every intersection—but who needs ventilatorswhen we have so few infections?Either way, we can’t haveany disaffection(if you don’t agree, we might charge you with sedition).
In life, there are times like this when suddenly we can no longer domany of the things we once could—maybe you’re missing a strong drink and friends, and you’re sick of Netflixand your bad internet connection,or maybe your father keeps falling because he…
Our worries are nothing comparedto those stranded miles from home,to those who are already hungry,to those who are sick and alone.Last night, you dreamt we both left you,I dreamt my father was gone—in the flat across the back alley,a girl…
Friends, more than one plague is loose in the land—yes, there’s the new virus, but please understandthere are older plagues, too— and all plagues are connected—ignorance, caste, exploitation and hatred.When we all grasp together the great power we hold,we’ll make tyrants tremble, we’ll heal this world.