Volume 4 | Issue 2 | April - May
2010 |
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Barbara Crooker's poems - Barbara CrookerI'm sitting on a brick terrace under a lattice,
the sun branding my skin in random
squares, numbed by the insistence
of a sprinkler hissing on the lawn,
Cry of Draupadi*- Dr. Nilanshu Kumar AgarwalVenomous vipers haunt me.
Stormy scorpions pervade me.
Lethal lizard lying before me.
Utter gloom, sheer horror.
Dark phobia, nasty despair in the atmosphere.
Like Draupadi cry I.
Is this Why?- Farideh Hassan Zadeh( Mostafavi)Perhaps my heart
is a threadless sewing machine
which works day and night
unable to stitch and bind.
For John Milton- Joneve Mc CormickWhen we're young, arrogant lambs
with heart and wool
the world lusts after
we preen and swagger
all the way to hell