Me Lord
We really don't need such a season,
That keeps converting dreams of commons –
Into common cemeteries.
Close to noon, while I grope for colours to paint my Bangladesh, I look at a daily that habitually sells well with Boschian human deformities and negative news, and I
Wind –
Even when it is not blowing, it blows
Who can lash down the wind?
– Ramesh Prajapati in the Hindi poem "Hawa"
The self-realisation of Southasia as a single, cohesive space inhabited by multiple peoples took a beating with the partition of the Subcontinent in 1947. 'Nation state-ism'
The thinker Satish Kumar on the divide between the two lndias – the affluent urbs and the other that is "based on land and livelihood, people and forests".
In
Do be sure
To be secure of fate
Before you embrace
The subtle curvature
Hunger has emerged as robustly sustainable in the Southasian heartland.
