Poetry
My Living Dead Father
“Every time I see my father I see Hell as a human.” My body is a room. I hanged my father’s portrait On the
“Every time I see my father I see Hell as a human.” My body is a room. I hanged my father’s portrait On the
Communal or domestic violence, crimes against women, child abuse and sexual harassment are some of the major issues the world is facing as of today.
We don’t talk about our dark days. Of all earth’s lush night plant life, you choose to call the girl with war in her mouth
What exactly have I done so wrong? I have listened to his cries and please I have tried to understand all of his Hopes, dreams
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