Check your breath
Upon the mirror
Brief our days
In space and time.
On ancient temples
Sanskrit verses
Reverberate
On stone and marble
Is writing not
Our breath inscribed
Mediated by
Heart and mind?
Our days are fragile
Like glass baubles
What will you
Leave behind?
More mouths to feed?
…
Resurrection
I am the child
That asked questions
Deemed too wild,
No whys and how's
Were allowed.
Over years and years
I tried, I tried.
Truth and tradition
In my parents’ home
Swam separate
Like oil and water.
Years passed and
Still I’m the scapegoat
Sent out into the desert.
I…
Hi, I just got to ask you, with respect, how can you possibly 'be fond of American culture,' as you mention above your subscribe button, ' and yet ... you are launching a publication that is inviting critiques of capitalism?
'Developed'? Barbarically exploitative more like.
This is a terrible arguement as it shows utter complaceency about billions of people suffering horribly and dying in agonising ways.
Awful to be so flippant and make rhymes about roast and toast .
Your absolutely worst article - maybe the heat in Sri Lanka has skewed your moral compass. Hope it returns to its normal setting of compassion with love for justice.
Yes, people all over the world actually including those losing their livelihoods due to the climate trauma that Western 'development', has generated starting form the 1850's.
