Aditiya raj Poems

Do you remember us?
You see this dry barren home,
nothing but browned river bed, but rotten roots, but hip bones of nameless women
Crusted relics of the evaporated futures, abused, drip dried, colonized.
...

As I laid in my deathbed head to my pillow,
Darling death and I did not rest in peace.
While my last breath blew, my knees could bend,
These hips slap could daaaaance… agaaaaain!
...