Monthly Archives: January 2012

My story

The ground upon which I stand its spirit haunts me like a child whose cries demand attention to fulfil her need I become a hollow reed through which they speak a conduit for those whose voices are too weak their … Continue reading

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Stateless People

Many leave their homes, sons and daughters Travel over miles of lands and waters Under open skies You could hear the refugees’ cries Sandwiched between hope and loss These people on the move toss Everything for a chance of betterment … Continue reading

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