Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
Pacing the room with a bay window
in the Manhattan loft,
she was rocking a child in her arms,
singing a lullaby in her native tongue.
Across from the skyscrapers,
while her feet paced the cold concrete,
her eyes had wandered to a warmer continent
where palm trees lined the horizon
and flashes of colour from fishermen’s robes
stabbed the eye.
Before her eyes was floating
the image of another
whom she yearned
to cradle in her arms,
whom she wanted,
ever so softly,
to sing to sleep.
← Naima Rashid