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Abhay K.
Abhay K. is an Indian poet-diplomat and the author of two memoirs and five collections of poems. He is also the editor of CAPITALS – an anthology of poems on 185 capital cities of the world (Bloomsbury). He received the SAARC Literary Award 2013 and was nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2013. His poems have appeared in Poetry Salzburg Review, Asia Literary Review, The Stony Thursday Book 2015, The Missing Slate, The Long Exposure Magazine, The Galway Review, Eastlit, Gargoyle, The Caravan, Indian Literature among others and have been translated into Irish, Russian, Italian, Spanish, Slovenian, Portuguese, Mandarin and Nepali. His most recent collection of poems The Seduction of Delhi (Bloomsbury) is a poetry bestseller. His Earth Anthem has been translated into 28 languages.His call for an official Earth Anthem has been lauded by UNESCO and is supported by the Habitat for Humanity.
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Fostering regional consciousness needs mammoth efforts. South Asia has a formal mechanism of cooperation in place among its member countries through the vibrant organization of the South Asian Association for... media_text
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My smell, my nakedness entices hordes of human flesh from faraway lands... media_text
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1. The Day of Massacre at Nalanda Bakhtiyar and his men Dharmagunj – the nine... media_text
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Beloved of poets, emperors and merchants I am the palimpsest city ascending from my ashes as the phoenix Indraprashtha and New Delhi on the same bank of the Yamuna just... media_text
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I am the city of cities. A city of invaders, conquerors merchants, immigrants–– they twinkle on my... media_text
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Bare to the bone in tattered garb freshness of adolescence on my face I stand amidst the traffic, bouquets of roses in my tender hands–– red, yellow, pink and white, ... media_text
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