Author: Sindhu Gatha

In the kitchen,Heaving sighsFlowing through the salt fieldsThe girl who was trampled ondream rice was made in her tears The

Woman who marry death How many are there for the ceremonies Bringing them closer to her. Those who tasted their

Black is not a colour…Not even a creed or community. Invisible andsenseless fence that we create. We make them silentapartheid

Whose vocabulary is the sky? Of birds? Of the stars? Every bird and star Each letter, word and phrase Every