By Kamala Sarupmy story was translated by Keshab Sigdel.
Why I Love Cape May?
By Kamala Sarup
My life in New York City During Covid-19 Pandemic, a poem
March 26, 2020 by
Lack of respect for women's sexual and reproductive rights is a big problem.
The current of air is blowing and in the sky the moon is beaming. The blooms, trees and small plants are dancing with the music of the wind. I feel, I don't know why, sometimes to change myself into a blossom. Everybody will appreciate me and say, "What a lovely blossom, how pleasant! How charming!" May be, people will insert me into their school head and may others will compose poems seeing me.