}} 1 by Pratibha Nandakumar |

Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










1 by Pratibha Nandakumar

 

That woman at the café kept talking about my big bindi
Its colour, size, powder and the scent
Ah yes, the scent. She could smell it, she said.
I was surprised that she could get the
fragrance of the raw turmeric pounded
with lime to get this exact red.
When I said my man loves it
she was disappointed and sighed.
I said sorry, straight, there is no spark.

 

PRATIBHA NANDAKUMAR