An Ox for a Wad of Paan By Thida Shania What does this air suffer from? My lungs suffocate when I breathe. Why does the sun look desolate? There is twilight without dawn. How can I satiate hunger? An ox swapped for a wad of Paan. Where can I hide my body? Corpses, everywhere in every house. How can I die in my land? My kin have been buried alive. How can I cross the border? Rivers bleed human blood. What happened to the Queen of Justice? I search for her everywhere — nowhere I find her. 30