This morning on the way home turning the bend hesitatingly, I saw a fox. To make sure I blinked my eyelids, you were not to be seen. This time you have disappeared faster than when I used to see you…
‘FOX’ by Sandhya Pai
Author: New Asian Writing
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‘Finding Anant’ by Daya Bhat
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Anu scanned the place to catch some known faces. There weren’t any. The coffee shop was bustling with youngsters lost in their own world. Colourful outfits, loud chatter…
“For Neglected Young Minds” by Lazola Pambo
Is it because I am young, That my outcry falls on deaf ears, Left to wander alone in this concrete jungle, Alone with the chilly coldness of the night, They call me a street kid, Wrapped with black waste bags…
“The Man In A Wheelchair.”
Do not pity us, Seated upon our wheelchairs, We are an asset and not a liability, Able to rise up, Leaping with joy and pouring in laughter, We are not fragile, Nor are we sick in our minds, Take…
“State of Affairs In Our World” by Lazola Pambo
Some call it paranoia, But I simply say plainly, It is the state of affairs in our world, We vote for a president And he or she ambushes the nation, Forgetting the people, We lack to understand each other…
“Courage for the Battered Heart” by Lazola Pambo
People of today have no sense of compassion, Only a rare few show love, So many crooks roaming about this world, Fraudulent and disguised, Even the postman nowadays, Has a trick or two up his sleeve, Why in the…
“The Power of Forgiveness’ by Lazola Pambo
It takes a man and a woman of courage, To ask for forgiveness, The heart lives in pain but the mind lives in denial, How exceptional indeed, When broken pieces are gathered once again Domestic violence Never shows any harmony…
‘Elegy’ by Prathap Kamath
The news of ends came mounting the whitest clouds; they showered each time I shivered a cool drizzle as soft as mother’s kiss that got warmer by the moment falling upon me. Each loved one went silently down; bubbles…
‘Poets don’t allow poems to take an aeroplane’ by Prathap Kamath
Poets don’t allow poems to take an aeroplane; they are afraid of the heights it might take their lines to. They believe that poetry should stand firmly on firm ground. If it flies, it should fly on its…
‘Sinking’ by Prathap Kamath
Sinking When the waters refuse To swallow the sails Sinking When the body blooms And the mind rots Sinking When all that laughter won’t Wipe a little pain Sinking When the blood of life Goes black with…
‘Morning’ by Prathap Kamath
Water boils in the steel pot held over the blue flame; bubbles rising from the bottom as small as mustard seeds move up in a tornado growing as they swirl to surface big and strong as life…
‘THE DOMESTIC MAID’ by Anita Desai
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology The mighty sun was rising on the city. The birds had taken flight on a new day. The city was abuzz with early morning activities; milk and newspaper…