1. “Ever drifting down the stream —Lingering in the golden gleam — Life, what is it but a dream ?” […]
By Derek Walcott A wind is ruffling the tawny peltOf Africa. Kikuyu, quick as flies,Batten upon the bloodstreams of the […]
By Zubair Javaid Thorns were pasted, dyed with red blood, reshaped into a flower– that’s meFreezing in scorching sun, dying […]