Poetry


by hirra sultan

Interactions

There were tags being handed over saying it was sinful; dishonest something that didn’t go well with society something so gross and unethical They sat down wondering “What all had we done wrong?” What were the blames for…


exodus

Exodus

She visualised her exodus she was moving farther away leaving a childhood behind, no more the legacy of calling home. No longer waking to mom’s call neither be pampered by dad often running to win…