Two Poems by Sarim Baig
You are the Smoke You are the smoke, at the center of my eye: you are, shattered like the universe.…
Sarim Baig
27 فروری، 2015
Sarim Baig
27 فروری، 2015
Bougainvillea
Rustam was the only grown up from the outside world who was our friend. He was the arm wrestling…
Sarim Baig
23 نومبر، 2014
The Lord of Garbage
‘Dig boy, Dig!’ the old man cried in the cold drizzle of the morning. Outside the tarpaulin shack, a lean,…
Sarim Baig
25 جون، 2014
The Player
‘I had a mud house by the river,’ said the ragged man of forty or so with a harmonium at…
Sarim Baig
27 مارچ، 2014