Poems

I Die Down – Poetry by Khyati Gautam

I touch the blade when I say, almost unabashedly, a spade for a spade. I lose my way in the tyrannical voices that reek of pretense and an unhappy gaiety. I make up my mind Every single day, To read a lot, To stitch my armor To move in the alleys With my head held… Continue reading I Die Down – Poetry by Khyati Gautam