Request by Jared Angira
Open your palms to form a jar and pour there water to quench the thirst Open your throat and form a fan to blow it over…
Open your palms to form a jar and pour there water to quench the thirst Open your throat and form a fan to blow it over…
Introduction The poem "A Look in the Past" by Jared Angira narrates the speaker's journey through variou…
So all waited for manna In the orange dawn And let their feet Crack in the dew No one bothered to ask The labourers T…
The country of the dead I speak no answer I weep no pity I watch no colour I listen no sound the country of the dead …
a squirre l crosses my way while on a trip then luck is mine but when it’s a cheetah or wild cat that crosses there I…
We had traded in this market competitively perfect till you came, in the boat, and polished goodwill approval from hi…
Once I was a lizard cheeky and harmless and built clouds that the heat never could melt I learnt of the transanimat…
The Memory stands like a cracked bronze statue in a museum talking, smiling when we are tired with life we struggle to …