Freevoice

Freevoice

He writes about the invisible—their struggles, their resilience, and the quiet fortitude that keeps them going.

On Holy Days

It attests to the disenchantment of the poet to the festivity of any holy day people celebrate with fire and food.

We are 300 Rohingya Muslims

The world labelled us ‘refugee’,
In Allah’s wide land, and sea and sky
We are pariahs,
Ways of profits for human traffickers
Columnists still relish our survival feats!