Tokasa Wanni

Bula Vinaka. My name is Tokasa Tilatila, I hail from the beautiful province of Tailevu, with maternal links to Ra. I am a sucker for good books and love transcending literature pieces. The first poem I wrote, “Dad’s Calloused Hands” is a piece close to my heart. A piece that I put together while dealing with grieve after my Maqu’s passing in 2022. Now, most of my poetry pieces are from my daily experiences, inner feelings or random thoughts. I hope that you enjoy these poetry pieces as much as I have enjoyed penning them down. Vinaka

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