Poems by S Chandramohan

Caste in a local train Caste in a local train can be deceptive Like the soul of a Pakistani fast bowler Camouflaged in a three piece suit And anglicized accent. Though seated opposite me I can feel him charging on

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Rain Pouring in my Eyes

by  Thandi Morweng   Rain pouring in my eyes Reflecting my soul Xenophobic attack while I was in my mother’s womb Playing with her fallopean tube She couldn’t rain like a wild animal Why? Me kicking like a ball in

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Poems – Joop Bersee

Queueing up In a queue outside the museum, covered by our century, waiting to see what he saw with his brushes. Once inside, a flood of people block my view, sand in his eyes. The paintings are frozen solid on

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Raw poem

by Anna Varney-Wong   The sweet melancholy Whispers from distant childhood as I walk in the soft rain. Beautiful pristine Cape Town You are in fact built on the grave yard of forced removals. One can feel the vacancy in

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A Silver

by Alexander Smith   There is a silver that glides Across the heads of bushes And hides beneath each leaf. The silver which dances in The belly of the wave, Illuminates the bald skulls of the wise. Each shade greater

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