Poetry

Stranded in the Garden was written during the throes of Wave 2 of Covid, when all our migrant labourers were in a conundrum of whether to go home or stay, while our beloved politician(s) chose to stay quiet.

A poem about the massacre at Jallianwala Bagh in 1919, when General Dyer the butcher king massacred a peaceful gathering

For long have I wandered, in search of a place I can call my own For a peace unknown, Where one day I could Rest my bones and be still

Outside, the Tempest looms, forever growing; With loud ominous Thunder crashing, Like peals from a thousand bells, tolling; A Darkness, I have seen never before, encroaching; Light, now a pale dot, and fast

The mirror, the mirror, I stood before. Clash of light and shadow, an image it bore. Of me, from me, for me to adore It may be me, but it’s not Me.