Poetry has no barriers, it crosses the boundaries; it blends with any nation, people, any terrain. It is universal. A ‘God of Small Things’ can happen only in Aymanam, ‘A Mornings in Jenin’ can take place only in Ein Hod or a ‘Thousan Splendid Suns’ rise only in Herat or Kabul. But the poetry ofContinue reading “Street Cries!”
House Sparrow 