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Classroom 101 by Rishan Singh

[tabby title="Poem"] The classrooms here, are mushrooms, tall like spilt milk all over the place, bending and folding in contents. It's like red wine drunk at a friends' party, noting the red linen to every last detail. The clothes are...

Loving You by Rishan Singh

[tabby title="Poem"] To love you is easy, it's the time that's difficult: an obstacle that makes us one, uniting you with me. To love you is nothing, it's your adornment on the outside which means: an obstruct that separates us,...

Wine by Rishan Singh

[tabby title="Poem"] Now and then we dream too deeply of futures, like vacant houses standing beside the seaside, we wonder whether we can profession them, to make them ours. We occupy the oceans, like synergised acrobats, speaking and ignoring, and...

The Christmas Holiday by Rishan Singh

[tabby title="Poem"] The Christmas Holiday 1. On the Christmas tree, the angel at the top dances to the festivities, and people's laughter. Childrens' slip-ups are excused, whether their bellies are filled, or fall on them, while adorning the Christmas tree....

Holi by Rishan Singh

[tabby title="Poem"] The children are here to play and trick each other, and people come to pay respect to the ones and things, they care for. For without this day, all creatures hide under mattresses, like unknown strangers. A family...