Hameem Shakhawat:
Climate refugee: the story of us and a dead jellyfish
Hameem Shakhawat:
And that inverted bowl we call The Sky, where under crawling coop't we live and die, lift not thy hands to It for help - for it rolls impotently on as thou or I
Hameem Shakhawat:
desert biker I
Hameem Shakhawat:
Anywhere you go,desire is desire. The sun cannot bleach it, nor the tide wash it away II
Hameem Shakhawat:
moments in between
Hameem Shakhawat:
Vanish into thin air II