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Credit: Painting by Ashis Manna Beneath my feet are crunching leaves, martyrs to the world’s law, And above me the canopy, shaking leafy branches in a tribal dance, Like a million green eyelashes in the sky’s eyes Nobody is listening. The gnarled limbs of the trees spread to claim the sky Gather the sun like… Continue reading Sapling in the Woods (A Poem)
It shocks me beyond words to think of the horror that the girls in the Muzaffarpur children's home in Bihar have faced. This poem cannot come close to expressing the damage that such sexual, mental and physical violence does. Nevertheless, I had to write about it. This poem is for those girls and their immeasurable… Continue reading Dear God, Why Did You Make The Night? (A Poem)
How do I introduce this poem? It is about a beginning or an end that I will ever fully understand. It is about a poem in it's own way; a human one, a memento of your heritage. What you are about to read is the humble attempt of a great-granddaughter, who, making her own way… Continue reading The Grandmother-Great: A Poem by Shreya Manna
