[ Pic by: Anas al-Shareef/Reuters] A place that was once his home was ripped open by airstrikes Everyone in the house died that night Buried under the rubble He tried to claw them out With his bare hands For hours Screaming for help No one came As dawn broke He sat on his bed In silence Nothing more to ...
Life pulls back,Not knowingly soul is a bow.Never mind,shall stretch backnot one, but two or more inches.To shoot arrows forward.But do not break me, the bow!
The game is so called gentleman’sBattle in the middle of green is the beautyDecreed that cricket would be played in a gentlemanly mannerTourney is to attain the title World ChampionshipOf course competition is fieryNo matter what, game shall be the game with its scent and beautyLet me congratulate Team AustraliaFor winning World Cricket Championship 2023For classy display of the ...
There was no ‘Harvard’ in Cambridge, Massachusetts before September 8, 1636. Indeed, at that time, there was no Cambridge either, at least not in the state of Massachusetts. Apparently it was settled as New Towne in 1630 by the Massachusetts Bay Company but was organised as a town not only in name six years later when it was picked as ...
I emptied my cartDropped history, identity Geography of follyMemories of loveUnthinkably unforgettableBut droppedSaved in the spam folder Confidentially in the heartTo be deleted stealthilyYet knowinglyNow my cart is emptyAnd I live as I amStealing? Oh, yes, maybeBut I will grabOnly what I cannot be withIf anything is my wantYou may deliver themTo my cartYou are me andSo am ILet's strive my
It’s the samedining table and chairswhere two of you werein a competitionwho would sit next tomum or dad,today those are empty and idle.Wider shoulders, tall youngyou, our little boyfollowing the big brotherto dive in the oceanof knowledgepick the pearl best.My dear sonlife is a journeynot a destinationcompel to moveone point to anotherforward and wise.We know that very wellbut, every ...
Far, very farsky bends down, to kiss the oceanFatigue Sun at day endpaints there beautifulI paddle, paddle with my penreaching there, ambitiousSinging birds fly over melight and happyWhere are they heading?Are they tooin search of the horizon...
If you see me strong, Know that I have fought battles no one knows about, In darkness, and in pain, I have wrestled, often in vain Questioned existence Eyes blurred with tears No one will see Strong women, come out from their lair, all put together, No reflection of the turmoil within, Laughing, opinionated, smart Changing, leading, keeping everything ...
Photo courtesy of Roar Media Today is International Women’s Day I am the woman of my country The product of ‘culture’, of history of a nation The result of procreation The manufactured playground of patriarchy The battlefield of nationalism I am the kalu kella, kaella The baduwa, the patta baelli The amu wessi, the huththi I am the lansi kella, ...
Kid with his coloring book and pastelsAsking for colors he should use…My dear,Piece of chocolate is chocolate brownStrawberry is strawberry redDon’t you remember?But blueberry is purple in colorOranges of ours are greenImported are orange colorYou know…Kid sorting out tiny color pastelsPuzzled look in his faceAren’t colour, taste and smell ofslab of chocolatebasket of fruitsfaded out of his head,make me sad.The ...
