Beneath the beautiful

Beneath the beautiful, blissful sky, an exotic, vivid ocean, Waves crashing against each other like objects in an earthquake. The collision of sand and water, as if a physical meeting of two bodies. The edge of the ocean, a lonely house, relaxes under a hot summer...

A voice

But a voice inside my head says – Would Huzoor (aba) be pleased? I close my mouth Stop and think I decide to take the blame Say sorry and clean up. My sister took my book My sister took my pen Why my stuff I say I feel the anger building inside me I open my...