Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










Prodigy by Arjun Rajendran

You can’t watch me though, I told her,
then emerged from the room after
five minutes looking triumphant, pocketing 
her money immediately.

She didn’t care she lost the bet. She was
proud her son was a prodigy, 
and never figured it out herself.  That all 
I did was peel and re-arrange

stickers on the Rubik’s cube. Who am
I now? Just a couple of decades piled
upon a charlatan. Someone who withdraws
into himself for hours to peel away

anything that can be disguised as language.
 
 
 
 
 
 

Arjun Rajendran is currently working on his fourth poetry manuscript. He was the Charles Wallace Fellow in Creative Writing at the University of Stirling, Scotland in 2018 and is the Poetry Editor of The Bombay Literary Magazine.