Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










Rites

We are with her
till she glides
into the 1000-degree
incinerator.

The door gently
closes and we move
on, preserving
her use

in pickles and wardrobes,
as conversation starters
and occasionally,
silence.

A crow swoops
into the offering.

 

← Shobhana Kumar