A dictator falls while IDF drones continue to target young children.Closer to home, the cold arrives late,and a young mother I knew ten years ago,dies of TB and caste.
Poems about the dark times.
A dictator falls while IDF drones continue to target young children.Closer to home, the cold arrives late,and a young mother I knew ten years ago,dies of TB and caste.
-for Professor Ratan Lal The feelings of powerful people are so easily hurt, lately– the police investigate satire as if wit were a felony. Reason, humour, history are now enemies of the state; solidarity’s called ‘terror’; they see love and…
Patriotic schools, large flags— prayers and promises; our CM’s studied Gandhiji; says Ram Rajya is his goal. Let’s study Ravidas, Kabir, Phule and Ambedkar; instead of ‘soft Hidutva’, friends, let’s learn to live together.
When I tell you what it means to me to live in Delhi, I won’t use trending music or a dozen flashing photos approved by the Ministry of Tourism— just a few words to conjure images– that pair of young…