For Whom the Grass Grows Zeeshan Akhtar

Often I might sleep in various places, but always wake up in that one city. With some nostalgia and some joy.  This is a small ode to the city of joy, Kolkata.

If you ever felt a need to escape, you might also know the object you are escaping from could be as ambigous as how you intend to get away from that phantom desire. A small poetry by Zeeshan Akhtar.