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The Rebel Poet of JNU
By Fahad Shah Extolling brave warriors by singing a Veergathain Awadhi language, he is a fifty-four year old man with pepper-salt hair, sitting on a red-stone bench at the famous hangout, Ganga Dhaba in Delhi’s Jawaharlal Nehru University. Rama Shankar Yadav, from Sultanpur, Uttar Pradesh, is a small man. Wearing light-brown woollen coat and black [...]
Child Within
A little fascinated by the globe, Plaything, she lost and groped. Rummaged through her many toys Vexed with them, cavalier chides A little doll under the bed, Missing hair, eyes and leg. Looked to her quite dead. Satiated by the poor thing. Traded it with her gullible kin. Sometimes this child lives inside [...]
A Feminine Heart
I am your most loving mother. Your ever caring sister, my brother. I am your better half- your wife. Your daughter whom you consider your life. I take care of you, live for you. Don’t I deserve a bit of respect, too? I sacrifice my joys, happiness and everything. In return, don’t [...]
آزادی
ثنا ساُری پٕرِو سانین گرن منز ژایہ آزادی سیٹھاه یٕژ کاُلی اَسہ کُن جلوہ ہاوان آیہ آزادی یہ آزادی گوڈٕنی درایہ ییلہ ننی هندوستانس منز لَچَھو پاُٹھی آیہ اِنسانن لَدان تٕلہ کرایہ آزادی غریبی مُفلسی بے بوج سٕتی هیتھ خانہ واُرانی اَمی رٕژِ ترایہ اَسہ پیٹھ آیہ تراوان سایہ آزادی یَمے چیز اَسہ غُلامن اُسی [...]
Agha Shahid Ali \ India \ Kashmir \ Poetry \ Suvir Kaul
Agha Shahid Ali, 14 Years Ago
This is edited transcript of an interview with Agha Shahid Ali by Suvir Kaul, recorded at the Mass Communications Research Center, Jamia Milia Islamia, New Delhi in August 1997. Suvir Kaul Would you like to talk about your professional life in the US? What encourages you to keep writing? Agha Shahid Ali I [...]
Escapism
Come out tonight Get out of sight forge all the menace escape alive I was talking about the time when people lived on roadside shacks when politics was a distant dream and we all were young There was a time when the sky was clear and we could breathe god’s fresh air no [...]
Summer Break, Or Why I’m An Idiot
By Talha Bin Ehtasham Today is the third day since you left. Overnight; on that same express train, Like countless times before. This time though feels the worst. I know you missed home and that you had plans, But seriously, two months! Even you know that you’ll end up bored by then. Come to think [...]
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