English literature

Anthea You cut an olive branch you called it life. You knit wreaths of hope and hung them on our collapsed walls. You cried for the lost dreams and prayed so as not to be lost, to be transformed into a source of resurgence. You are tired to look at doubtful shadows on the horizon….

DUMPED Goddess Durga immersed In a nearby pond Floating with stray ribs of straw and dry leaves non-stop A baby corpse wrapped emerged in dark blue Sadly a girl infant nipped in the bud by crooks. A baby with pale pink placenta could not bloom Dumped without mercy without a crying in doom Saddened the…