Capitalism, Oswald’s day out, Silence by Shivangi Goel

Three poems by contributor Shivangi Goel.   Capitalism We made the world we live in, And we have to make it over. Baldwin says to me, over Tea on couch across generations Of whispers of learnings snuffled Across ink and what confluence Would have it that only this voice reaches, It doesn’t lie, doesn’t exaggerate Taking me up the throat, gargling its Way out This venom This venom We’re accomodating unknowingly I mean all of it is not venom, and All of me is not shaken To the shaky wiggly mud patches Of what I know and am sure to … Continue reading Capitalism, Oswald’s day out, Silence by Shivangi Goel