Kumar M Tiku

Kumar M Tiku

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  • Cry, My Beloved Afghanistan

    When the dust settles down, the image that will come back to haunt us is that of a soaring young bird, having its wings clipped in mid-flight, hurtling down on terra firma with a thud, bloodied, bruised and battered.

    BY Kumar M Tiku 16 August 2021

    Cry, My Beloved Afghanistan

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