In August 2018, a bus carrying school children in Yemen was hit by a missile mistaking them for rebels. This poem is about its aftermath. Blankets, Multicolored, used blankets That’s what they brought them in Wrapped and ensconced Almost as if they were asleep In a way, they were, weren’t they? Small bundles, medium-size bundles And some large ones too All shapes and all colors Never knew they could come in […]
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Ram Nag | Original copies
Here Reflections Carry a seed Of their source And the Original Resides inside Every copy. Through Friendship and enmity, Love and hate With other reflections, Unknown to them, They seek their Original. Little do they know, The Source That is their Goal Lives inside them. — Ram Nag lives in India and loves to write–fiction and nonfiction, exploring the material, philosophical and spiritual aspects of life through his poems. He […]
Amanda Steel | Shots fired
Victory and glory were ours The real-life nightmares were his He shot his enemy dead Bang, Bang, Bang He pushed fear deep down Stiff upper lip, he carried on Kill or be killed Bang, Bang, Bang Deserters were cowards Friends fell around him He might be next Bang, Bang, Bang It was over, but he lived on Reliving in nightmares Mistaking night sweats for blood Bang, Bang, Bang Fireworks night […]
Thanissara | The wind intends to take away our footprints
Its name is ≠Koaxa, while the Europeans call it Haarfontein; and it was at Haarfontein that Smoke’s Man saw the wind. He saw the wind but thought it was a !kuerre-!kuerre bird, and therefore, he threw a stone at it, and it burst into wind, it burst out blowing, it blew hard, it blew fiercely. It raised the dust, and it flew away and went into a mountain hole: and he, […]
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