Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










Ancient exhaustion

This exhaustion is ancient,
but “ancient” doesn’t really say it all.
Still this exhaustion is ancient,
antediluvian ~ as in “before the Flood”
but not obsolete.
It’s a living, breathing, loving and hating exhaustion,
refusing to crawl into the woodwork,
to go away,
to die,
become a thing of the past,
become history,
become a memory.
But don’t fault this ancient exhaustion
for not going away
~ there are no roads for it to go away
and, for the new to come.
I can’t say
if it’s nature or nurture,
can never be sure about such things,
~ you see, I am, like all my people, unique,
so I too get inexplicably diverted and exhausted,
much like the funds poured into my land.
 
 
 
← Monalisa Changkija