From the editor’s desk

In the wake of the devastation in Turkiye and Syria, many have lost their loved ones. It is not easy to cope with such situations. But life must go on… I search the debris day and night to only find grief

Why me? I ask,

It is fate, maybe

Yet, Why me? I again ask.

A father so dear in the disaster I lost,

A gentleman, who never raised a fist nor a verbal roast. A child, an infant, what life he got?

Trapped in the pillars and left to rot.

Deep in sleep that he was,

I wonder if he will ever know What took his life, for what cause? With no family, friends, or dear ones, the love to share I live on the streets, The cold, it bites, covered with clouds of despair Why me? I have to ASK

WHY ME? I AGAIN ASK

The humanitarian aid is here, With gratitude and hope we cheer, Not everything is astray, And life moves on, Wiping the tears forlorn, Wiping those tears forlorn.

Written by Amrita Deshpande