Haven't I always been quarantined?
In sultry, distressing classrooms,
In uncomfortable, cold cubicles,
In my mother's tiny kitchen,
In rooms full of faceless bodies,
Stuck in a queue, stuck in traffic.
In the webs that I have not weaved
In dreams that are not mine,
In an image that is not me -
കൂടുതൽ വായിക്കുക...