1. The Day of Massacre at Nalanda
Bakhtiyar and his men
play buzkashi in my alleys today
monks are being burnt alive; and
those who try to escape are beheaded.
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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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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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It is widely accepted that the greatest literature is born when cultures, civilizations or worldviews come together. This often happens in case of diplomat-poets who often find themselves in exotic milieus, novel... media_text
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I would like to begin with these words of Antoine de Saint-Exupery- "In this century, as in others, our highest accomplishments still have the single aim of bringing men together," and share with you the need for a... 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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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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My smell, my nakedness entices hordes of human flesh from faraway lands... media_text
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