[tabby title="Poem"] In the emptiness of the house,I heard my voice many times.Caves can concur with knowing my voice.Even the walls of my new home.The empty house has heard my voice,it said my words…When it filled up, echoes died. [tabby...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] There, lay men.Life like mine ran in their vein,vain, they lay lifeless.There, veins vanish, violently scavengedby the ants, they walked on and chased awaywith pesticides… now…there, in the mounds, they feast on their oppressor.Roles switched, oppressed, he...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] The incessant seizing and ceasingThe city saw the sun soar so roaringly.The soaring sun seemed to say,“sadness shall cease to shine on the city”.The sun saw his people smile and reciprocated,with his rays of hope.Sunshine keeps ceasing...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Fame and fortune, I am.Masses flock to find favour from me.Known for my greatness and splendourfilled with valued paper,like a chameleon trapping its food, so am I,the masses are mine. I find favour from kings and escape...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] The unheard voicesThey scrape, seek, and search…Their screams are silent.Masses outnumbering the tyrant.Their voices are heardfrom yokes, streets and undeserved bonds. They scrape, seek, and search to find nonethat will hear their plea and not flee.Seen, heard,...