Tag: Nation


  • My country still churns poetry out of mutilated migrant labourers.The skeletal remnants of a metropolitan do not stir the nationโ€™s conscience.Death lies snuggled in the palms of my state,destruction kneaded on the cold skies.Humans lie like scattered petals on roads and roofs.Artistic stimulation for some.Ghost buildings are standing like cardboard boxes,perforated by the needles of…

  • โ€œGo back to your country! We donโ€™t want you here!โ€ The words still echoed in my mind as I crossed through the carpeted lobby of the Student Union building. Students sat in huddles on the floor, others sitting lazily on the arms of couches occasionally laughing at something someone said. When I walked by, the…