
Shimul
a poem for womens day


Bowls After Shanta By Lisa Zou Ten times over— she says, if you say marriage enough times, it sounds like

brotherly love, neighbor, they say, overpowers all daughter of hate, scorn, i don’t fit into my mold babies are a

It may be a bad-memory place or a livid-eyed face It may be a withering frown It may be a

Becoming Us In sunlit valleys Of joy,camaraderie We search,my sisters, I For identity For community Questions scatter On the

Photo credit: sharplittlepencil.com We would like to share with you some of the poems written by the members of the
Photo Credit: Vinita Agrawal Eve’s daughter I am Eve’s daughter, that’s my crime. On top of that—poetry!—the greatest crime. I

Image courtesy stamptoscana.it Lakshmi’s Eyes Only the eyes remain as they were. The rest of her face is ravaged by

Image courtesy Google. Poetry by Gayatri Chawla Hyperopia Outside my window cornflower sky, persian blue pottery on my kitchen sill