Parbat Lawati

The contributor for Republica.

The Younglings of...

Published On: February 17, 2020 01:05 PM NPT By: Parbat Lawati

The younglings of tailor Grew-up in shorts With collage of patches The cobbler's in crepe Torn and yawning, The fisherman’s with saliva… Blue and salty.

Meeting the missing child’s mother

Published On: January 24, 2020 05:19 PM NPT By: Parbat Lawati

Contemplating life; driving subconsciously, returning from the work, weary and blue, a suckling getting ricocheted like a baby toad made me slow down my ride.

City Seen From the Front Yard

Published On: January 11, 2020 09:00 PM NPT By: Parbat Lawati

Night after night, The city burgeoned upwards the landscape; making bland  The entertainment of my plays.

A Glimpse at the Bazaar

Published On: December 30, 2019 11:00 AM NPT By: Parbat Lawati

Seeing that child  I felt like pinching Who couldn’t allude


Published On: December 10, 2019 05:22 PM NPT By: Parbat Lawati

With autumn, again the Jacaranda is nude And the Sun is limited. Some kids, in the steel bin, light a warm flower Seeking spring and summer.

The conversation

Published On: December 7, 2019 12:43 PM NPT By: Parbat Lawati

Fishing sister! Tell me  how much fish you caught? Are they to illuminate the moments with your own? Or, are you taking them to market?

Ode to perfume

Published On: October 17, 2019 08:00 AM NPT By: Parbat Lawati

Dear long departed  It is to let you know  I still remember you And those meetings  When you would come


Published On: October 14, 2019 08:00 AM NPT By: Parbat Lawati

How sweet of you To give me a voice To supply me a shake To drag me to shore!