ಅವಳ ಕಾಲು ಸೋಲದಿರಲಿ (ಕವನಗಳು)

'The land where you are rooted, the life you are living is not yours' - at a time when the voices of the majority saying this are intensifying, is there any other way for the poet who has formed an identity by mingling with this land, people, and mind, other than to pray, 'Send me humans to my village?'
After understanding that 'here the fierce competition is only in emptying the laps of poor mothers', is it possible for this poet, even after making a hundred attempts, to bring delicate silken emotions into the lines of her poetry?

In a society where the roots of humanity are shaking, those who suffer, those who are tormented, those who face humiliation and hardship are the sensitive souls here. Fatima builds her poems from this sensitivity. That is why the delicate silken emotions here begin to sting deeply. This sting is so intense that the poet, repeatedly subjected to such stings, makes her lines a weapon to spread the dew of humanity in everyone's mind.

'Chandi Chamundi Bhadrakali / Fatima Khateeja Asha / Betlehem's Mary / and why, my village's Abbakka, neighboring Chennamma / distant Razia, Lakshmis / a strong feeling as if they are pushing from behind' - Fatima, who is building her creative struggle on the strength of having all these behind her, insists, "May her feet never tire..."

Akshatha Hunchadakatte