The book sighed in contentment as its pages hum the tune of the fingers, being back home on the shelf, after journeying with the reader As it sheened the drops of sweat that trickled down from the quivering hands of the reader, as the sun climbed the blue sky as the ring leader Suddenly the temperature shot up through the roof Along with it, smoke snaked up aloof The cracked cry of the burning book The tear of the spine was overlooked

She waltzes out to the world on a red carpet Singing out the glory of life Bundled in a shawl of warmth Her eyes paint galaxies at night As she traces the lines of awe in all she sees The Cut creeps up silently for an unconsented visit Ripping part of her…

While the pen is mightier than the sword Her pen was harassed by the power Even the sound of no fell on deaf ears And the unwanted touch ignored the silent tears Starting with a leering glance That did not stop when it came across the alarming stance The sexist comment…

The strange vessel burst into flames and demonic smoke In the blue-green waters; did the oil soak? Sandy beaches covered in plastic pebbles As the income of the fishing community trembles When the carcass of our sea friends washed ashore We sink another foot into nature’s cold war Echoes of blame and sirens of compensation Silences the Eco-system’s detonation Loud conversations each and every day Yet ecocide is still given leeway

A home in the green lush slope Welcomed the guests who needed hope Shared the warmth and birth space In the name of the grace of the human race Like the start of a grey storm Some of the guests wanted reform Deciding when the people could travel And eat, drink, pray, and…

As soon as death knocks on the door The fear crept up my core For the theft of grief was about to occur Robbing the tears of love in a blur The metal clang and cold hands Grief is lost in my homeland As I hear the hollow sound to rest in peace All I see is an ash fleece I saw a dream through the white knots The need for people’s solidarity racked my thoughts Humanity asked me to sing my rights I prayed the below to the stars at night

When the red stains the white uniform Once again she is unable to brainstorm On how can she manage missing her lessons With pressing questions on adolescence When the red stains her trousers Once again she counts the hours On how many meals her home has to skip As she runs out of…

Dear Unknown, As you hustled to peace so my fellow flowers could bloom in the little pearl of the Indian Ocean, I bend deep every Autumn to cover you so you may at least be given the name orange leaf tomb. As winter comes and I shed to re-bloom so…

She sews, she cleans, she grows She drives, she makes, she provides Day & night, Monday to Sunday Yet not even heard on the first of May In & out in the road With an unlimited workload Towns most needed tasks Completed by invisible masks Painting blue and green Health and safety unforeseen Yet named black and grey Because bureaucracy doesn’t like fair play Rumours, assumptions, and myths Only shows the heel of the Achilles An umbrella for all sectors With the largest of members