Words I Can’t Find Anymore
Children eating grass, innocent, hungry and lostMothers soaked in red, wombs tremble in terror Searching for words I may write of the pain withinSearching for words I may speak of…
Samina Salim
India at the Crossroads
Returning from India after visiting my elderly parents each winter, is always filled with mixed emotions; a confluence of feelings, that of regret for not being able to care for…
Peace Always Comes
As despair pours from the eyes and the heart bleeds from pain, solitude crawls in and with it comes peaceAs the past fades out and the present looks bleak, the…
I am Sorry
I speak for those whose voice remains unheard;I write for those whose stories await being told;I sing for those whose melody aches to be sung;I paint for those whose canvas…
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