Poetry

"word comes down from the North..."

"...Death may wait for Another day..."

"...the ambivalences of seeking spiritual guidance..."

"...Would your life be the same?..."

"...Things can

"...the infinite possibility of knowledge..."

Salim Yakubu Akko, World Voices Magazine

"...Oozed into the fissure of perceptual isolation..."

"...the sad man of the leafy suburbs..."

"...The blood on our hands is not a metaphor..."

"...the invisible women surviving on our own..."

"...as long as I had you next to me..."

"...I don't get it, economists, please..."

"...finding no heart there..."e that doesn

"...he grieves fled youth by the wreck, gaunt-grim..."

"...She

"...I had to do something, since no one else was..."

"...I watch the driveway every day..."

"...travel the Distance in your Mind...."

"...the many meandering rivulets heading far downstream..."

"...Night is deep in the sounds of the locked abyss..."

"...not because it comes once per year..."

Monobina Nath is a poetess living in Kolkata, India.

"...word is a public library

"...balancing myself as well as can be..."

"Where my neighborhood stands..."

"...dimensions that cannot be counted on fingers..."

"...I am a temple of worship with trinket dreams..."

"...it always hurts to see you leave..."