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Ozymandias   by Percy Shelley     I met a traveler from an antique land, Who said-“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert….. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear: “My name is Ozymandias”, “King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty and despair!’ Nothing beside remains.     Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.”   Percy Shelly He was one the greatest English Romantic Poets.   He was born on 4 th August 1792.   His views on poetry, political and society were radical. He became popular and recognized after his death.   He is well known for his poetic imagery, hi...

Mother in a Refugee Camp       by Chinua Achebe No Madonna and Child could touch Her tenderness for a son She soon would have to forget… The air was heavy with odors of diarrhea, Of unwashed children with washed-out ribs And dried-up bottoms waddling in labored steps Behind blown-empty bellies. Other mothers there Had long ceased to care, but not this one: She held a ghost-smile between her teeth, And in her eyes the memory Of a mother’s pride… she had bathed him And rubbed him down with bare palms. She took from their bundle of possessions A broken comb and combed The rust-colored hair left on his skull And then-humming in her eyes-began carefully to part it. In their former life this was perhaps A little daily act of no consequence Before his breakfast and school; now she did it Like putting flowers on a tiny grave.   Chinua Achebe Chinua Achebe was born in the Igbo village of Ogidi on 16 th November 193...

The planner by Boey Kim   They plan. They build. All spaces are gridded, Filled with permutations of possibilities. The buildings are in alignment with the roads which meet at desired points Linked by bridges all hang in the grace of mathematics.  They build and will not stop. Even the sea draws back and the skies surrender. They erase the flaws, the blemishes of the past, knock off useless blocks with dental dexterity. All gaps are plugged with gleaming gold. The country wears perfect rows of shining teeth. Anesthesia, amnesia, hypnosis. They have the means. They have it all so it will not hurt, so history is new again. The piling will not stop. The drilling goes right through the fossils of last century. But my heart would not bleed poetry. Not a single drop to stain the blueprint of our past’s tomorrow.     Boey Kim Cheng He was born in 1965.   His life started in Singapore, his secondary education was at Victoria school ...