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h, but tuck it in, will you!</i></p><p id="c578">© Sana Rose 2020</p><p id="4ca3"><i>(Written on Aleppo in December 2016)</i></p><h2 id="cd06">More on War, Destruction and Injustice:</h2><div id="3649" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/burnt-blood-17559164ee4b"> <div> <div> <h2>Burnt Blood</h2> <div><h3>Couplets on war</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*4_PcC2hAXNlI2Lr5)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="2060" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/dont-matter-1a51bda28e67"> <div> <div> <h2>Don’t Matter</h2> <div><h3>A poem on war, injustice and numbness</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*0F3u4QA3-OhSDB1MC8OeOQ.jpeg)"></div>

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</div> </div> </a> </div><div id="07bb" class="link-block"> <a href="https://medium.com/@sanah.rose/numbness-8477bdf048b2"> <div> <div> <h2>Numbness</h2> <div><h3>A poem to the unapologetically numb</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*6SSXZyz_XvSb8Ot3)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="feca"><a href="http://www.sanarose.com"><b>Sana Rose</b></a><b> </b>is an award-nominated novelist, poet, physician, counseling therapist, freelance writer and mom. She is based out of Kerala, India. Her debut novel ‘Sandcastles’ was shortlisted for ARL Literary Awards 2018 for Best Author soon after publication. Her second novel is coming out this year.</p><h2 id="4ce1">Join her on:</h2><p id="c592"><a href="http://instagram.com/sanahrose">Instagram</a> <a href="http://facebook.com/SanaRoseOfficial">Facebook</a> <a href="http://twitter.com/sanahrose">Twitter</a></p></article></body>

WAR | INJUSTICE

How Faux!

Romanticizing suffering, war, injustice and crimes is an insensitive privilege and I do not condone it.

When home is not home, when eyes bleed and souls still, my verses turn into ice needles soaked in their suffering.

How faux of us to worry, and think that any luxury of being able to feel is going to help Aleppo!

How hypocritical of you to ask me why I have no poems to describe bloodshed in decor, so that people see it?

How naive of you to assume that people are not seeing it, how dumb of you to presume that not seeing is the problem?

How faux is your concern, like my plagiarized leather bag! How suave when you grimace with the right amount of pity!

Oh, but tuck it in, will you!

(Written on Aleppo in December 2016)

Burnt Blood

Couplets on war

medium.com

Don’t Matter

A poem on war, injustice and numbness

medium.com

Numbness

A poem to the unapologetically numb

medium.com

Sana Rose is an award-nominated novelist, poet, physician, counseling therapist, freelance writer and mom. She is based out of Kerala, India. Her debut novel ‘Sandcastles’ was shortlisted for ARL Literary Awards 2018 for Best Author soon after publication. Her second novel is coming out this year.

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