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

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