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Two poems by Meera

Meera This freedom is not ours   In a tank in Mahad, Long back, he fought- Not for the stale water, But for us, to be seen- As humans. The tank is still there, Stale and filled with moss, Like your eyes- jaundiced, With the moss of manusmriti!   Another boy was killed- For the …

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Two poems by Jitendra Suna

jitendra suna

Jitendra Suna   Beauty Conundrum The beauty It lures me, So does the voice, Of Lata Mangeshkar, When I see & hear it, I desire it I seek it! But, then There is a silent revolt Against the beauty, The voice. It exasperates me It itches my mind For its perfection Its flawed existence The …

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Thoughts on Tanya Singh’s poetry collection from Panther’s Paw: ‘Blue is the Colour I Choose’

chanchal

  Chanchal Kumar The Hindi writer Ajay Navaria said in an interview, “We are not Dalits 24 hours a day”. This statement may seem puzzling. Some may think, How can one escape one’s identity at will? The signifier ‘Dalit’ isn’t a uniform that a person can put on for some time and then change into …

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Mahmoud Darwish and the idea of Home as the distant lover

chanchal kumar

  Chanchal Kumar Mahmoud Darwish, the Palestinian national poet was among the first artists to popularize the idea of the homeland as the distant, absent lover. Writing from exile for most of his life and spanning a career that covered more than four decades, he achieved widespread acclaim with poems that both celebrated and mourned …

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Sunflower giving Mother

kusum nigam

“If there was no night, women would not even have a chance to rest” – Smt. Kusum Nigam Dhamma Darshan Nigam Our mother once said that “अगर रात नहीं होती तो महिलाओं को आराम करने का मौक़ा भी नहीं मिलता” (If there was no night, women would not even have a chance to rest). One …

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Rant against the ranters (aka Why I no longer talk to ‘upper castes’ about caste?)

vivek singh

Vivek Singh It boils my blood when you sneerMake faces and whisper ‘reservation’. What exactly is your frustration, your critique, what is the devastationThat it brings in your life that you hate it so? Or is it the idea of me sitting next to youThat makes you say no? What is it that your frail …