Articles by: S Maria Reagan

The Light That Fell On The Finger

The Light That Fell On The Finger

India; It’s true.   I draw you with my toeless feet. My fingers fell out as I passed your skin. Drops of blood became your body. Parliament ; Taj Mahal; Charminar; Rashtrapati Bhavan Everything in your pride is my bloodstain. I cannot explain it without fingers. But a poem can do.     Dispassionately I closed my eyes. The divided[Read More…]

by 16/01/2021 Comments are Disabled Arts/Literature
I’m the beggar

I’m the beggar

I was simply down the street. The broken stones of the road whisper unspoken messages, of how many human feet have crossed the road. Of how many broken wings would have fallen off this road; Babies crying for milk people starving at the signal stories of so many people stretched before my eyes. I’m the beggar who owns the flute[Read More…]

by 20/11/2020 Comments are Disabled Arts/Literature