She was a small child
In her pink frock,
When someone stole her
From a busy platform
Months of crying hoarse,
Hunger and protests
Fell on deaf e.. Read More
He was one of the countless
Slum children, in his
Bare brown tanned body
Playing with a broken mirror
In a deserted plot,
His mother was busy in .. Read More
How many rumors and warnings until it all begins
How many moments of unease until the nation sins
How many regular meals until each family runs .. Read More