By Rumana Mehdi | Poetry
Standing in a dolmen, The walls suffocating me, The fresh air coming through a...
Pakistan
Malala
By Steve Sunderland | Poetry
My nose runs Blood and tears As I stand by Your bedside. Your head...
My nose runs Blood and tears As I stand by Your bedside. Your head...
The Hibakusha’s pain and grief
By Rumana Mehdi | Poetry
The past ridicules her, Reminds her how much she had to suffer, The future...
The past ridicules her, Reminds her how much she had to suffer, The future...