LONGING

By SANJANA | coastaldigest.com
October 26, 2018

I long for a world
Where my mothers and sisters 
Need not fear the lecherous stare 
Of men unknown.
For you say that
Women are deities, nature and what not,
Yet, you never mean it.

I long for a world 
Where temples are not stormed by
Frays of blood and hate.
For you say that we are mankind in oneness,
Without labels of religion or caste,
Yet, you brawl to institute 
Your gods and rituals 
Over the others.

I long for a world 
Without prejudices 
Over the shade of my skin,
The gods I worship
Or the gender I love.

And it's disheartening 
That this longing,
In all likelihood,
Is ceaseless.

The poetess is a II PUC Science student based in Mangaluru. Her interests include art journaling, writing, and painting.

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Sahul Khan
 - 
Saturday, 12 Jan 2019

Miss sanjana i m really bored of this poet can u pls write new one to send my depression out of this world.

Cheriachen Eapen
 - 
Saturday, 27 Oct 2018

May her dreams come true; but Sanjana don’t be disheartened, you just shine bright and spread the light and leave the dark and dismal behind.

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P A Hameed Padubidri
January 17,2020

Make a note!

I am an Indian

I own my name with a title

That’s embedded even before my birth and

Still rooted in my soil that always mixes with my flesh and blood

My father, his father and all my forefathers,

Got churned in this soil although their souls are in the purgatory

I grew... and the peepal plant I saw in my childhood also grew with me

Stones and grasses I walked on became a walkway

The sky and earth I used to play and sleep amid

The sea with sounding waves, and hills and mountains with echoes

Are the same

Watching the pigeons and other birds sitting over the roof of my home;

I feel no difference

Then why I need to show my blood is red

And that’s still flowing in my body?

I am still alive... but,

Oblivious why my passport is still feeling birth pangs of my title

At this point in time!

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Muhammad Ayaan Yusuf Kolnad
July 23,2020

It’s day to the emoji fair

Where the fun begins with happiness

It’s day to the emoji fair

Where the fun ends with happiness

The water is waiting for you to come

To make you enjoy a lot,

The smooth – awesome slide is cool

That makes this park wonderful.

Be ready to laugh

Because the clown will

Tickle your funny – bone

Get ready to have fun

The funny coasters are here.

It’s a day to the emoji fair

It’s time to say goodbye

To the … emoji fair.

COME BACK AGAIN

Muhammad Ayaan Yusuf Kolnad is a Grade 7 student at Sudhana Residential School, Puttur

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