By Simran Bance. I look to the past and see my women, making our weapons, our bullets our guns, the steaming oil pumping their bloods, a...

By Simran Bance. On the barren plains you’ll see the feathers, sinking into the sedge, if only poppies could cover the graves, dyed by...

By Simran Bance. The maiden knew from the very start, as she first embraced the salty air, the thousands of men, who built her heart,...

By Simran Bance. In a land unknown, unused, unfed, we stride through the green, the blue and the red, ambush, close-quarter, covering...

By Simran Bance. The train arrived late, carrying ghosts, I saw Death lingering around them, he watched them arrive, their faces...

By Simran Bance. Brick by brick He built a wall. for dynasties to cherish and build upon, meters wide for a million miles, scarred with...

By Simran Bance. I recall the Austrian Artist. Who drew the sights of Viennese life, the buildings tall and streets so narrow, and the...