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Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










3 by Pratibha Nandakumar

He cried in desperation
“Oh woman, throw me less fire!”
I laughed and said it has already been said.
He asked who? I fell silent, busy.
Mentioning Baudelaire would have caused
irreparable damages at that particular moment.
I am Le Vampire. Feed my lust
before the Bhakts decide to ban it.
They have mastered the art of cooking without the fire.

 

PRATIBHA NANDAKUMAR