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Taking Root

By Sandra Ngo “I realized that war was monstrous. If it didn’t kill those it touched, it took away a

Gulmohar, When it Rains

By Devika Mathur The shades of skin- glowing like April morningsa soft warm tone of Gulmohar tree upon my eyelids-a

Fish, With a Dash of Lime

By Debnita Chakravarti When the first few dropsFall through the cracked coverOf the enamel potWhere the fish lie dyingThey freeze.

Unknotting

By Basudhara Roy I open the heart’s cage and let fly a hundred pigeons into the endless sky, the impatient

Three Poems

Sayan Aich Bhowmik In Her Sleep Your shirt buttonsIn my handsTurn like the planets.Around themA ring ofAll my evening skies.I

Blue is the colour of love

Sanjhee Gianchandani Blue is the colour of love When you saw me first I was dressed in blue  A dress

Untitled, I see you

Two poems by Sarika Jaswani Untitled Beneath a black-eye& bruises blue Behind bigotry of liesA funnel for truth Nectar that

Afternoon Tea in Tombach

A poem by Jan Ball Afternoon Tea in Tombach The brutal red of the tea gardenroses: I want to shield

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