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Arshiya Tarannum is a poet who loves to explore the untrodden paths with her words. An Assistant professor by profession, she writes short verses that speak ideas and emotions on commonplace albeit rarely acknowledged. She is, more importantly, a mother of two children with not an ounce of tragic element in life to inspire a masterpiece.

Hunger of an Age

The Brute had looked askance,

Smiled obtuse, mocking grace,

Drew closer in strides deliberate.


A brief,

An all too brief commune.

Found infinity, in a second’s pace.


When wild Phoebus scorched our palms,

And sealed our hearts together.

Virgin Venus smiled and winked,

From behind the veils of heaven.


Before we were ripped apart,

Ripped and torn asunder.

Before any lines were drawn,

In flames of fury, raging thunder.

Before loins knew shame,

Before Lucifer went insane,


In a moment,

Souls entwined gorged on bliss.

A manna, to sate the

Hungers of an age.

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