A flaming giant rose Bloomed in the morning sky Shedding tangled thorns; Plucked from my breast And pierced through the heart The twins were burnt at the stake; Scorched by its flames The rose bush collapsed Into the abyss wide; My first-born was dismembered And deformed for life The stake didn’t burn her through. Copyright: 2001 Sheeba Thattil
A speech that launched four million views, Where ‘likes’ were strewn copiously, As a bed of leaves after a storm; When the world woke up to listen, To the clarion call at the Oxford Union; The call for action and reparations. In elation, the Indian media rose up To applaud this Voice and his skill, To take on the British, while questioning The wisdom of their indescribable crimes. The majority of Indians, spoke in one voice, The voice of the magnanimous Nation! Copyright - Sheeba Thattil - 2015 http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0692581383