Poetry

Subalterned

I have always been a Delta
The omnipresent untouchable
Destined to be
Over-flood or parched
                                                                        
A non-conceptualised framework
awaiting the masterstroke,
Forgotten on an empty corner,
Dreaming of the attention of a retired painter.
                                                              
The soul of a colonised homeland
ignorant of the distant genocide
Wishing a reclamation, hallucinating
spirits of free men chanting liberation
                                                              
I’m the Delta
I breathe, I remember
I exist.
                                                              
~Ananya S S
India

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