A glimpse of moon

For recitation of this poem- Click here  I'm in the state of turmoil, Midst of world crisis, economy spoilt. Walked bare foot with slippers trite, Escorting miles is not the only fight. I waved my hands to highlight nothingness, Died on the tracks, being called an act of carelessness. Huddled in a small room with twenty other migrants, My throat becomes dry out of  fear of the tyrant. Am I one of the most vulnerable person on the globe, My warm breath suffocates, mind explodes. Is asking for existence a naive hope? Keeping distance in this crammed place, how to cope? Craving for basic existence like a famished dog, Suppressed by the privileged during sun, moon & fog. ~ Harshita Solanki

Also, check out my YouTube channel- Harshita Solanki, do subscribe :) I'm the fence A robust fence Buried deep inside the soil I'm the soil Of different nations Nations that fight with pride I'm the  pride of your house A house that is not a home I'm a home to those birds who rule the  sky I'm the sky Above all, but below the war zone The war  that you fight within your body I'm the body with scratches  on your thighs Scratches that grow darker I'm everything that turns you tenuous I'm everything that impedes you every time!              Check out my YouTube video for poem recitation- Click here  

INTRODUCTION Hello world! I am Harshita and this is my first blog. I wrote my first poem when I was in class 5 and it was about an endangered tiger.Since then it was just then pen, paper and me. I wrote a lot of cringy poems back then. I am still an amateur writer. I will be posting poems and other stuff on various topics. I am always open to advises and opinions.  I will be grateful if you like my content or just the way I write. So I think I am good to go. CHEERS! Add caption