Ordinary Masons, Who Paint a Sun on the Sky
Poetry by Shivangi Mishra: ‘Icarus’ airplane crashed squarely into forsaken humanity, a pit, / In future was shown history.’
A Street Taught Me How to Count
Poetry by Shivangi Mishra: ‘Forgetful of two lithe directions, that damned street, / Faced and faced not in retreat, / Turning its back on dense civilisation’
The Ruffled Spring
Poetry by Shivangi Mishra: ‘The calm stillness of those frosty mornings of yesterdays / Still echo in my dreams, / Ruffled within a distant silhouette of past’