Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
Like a bird still shiny
from the oils of being born, with wings
slicked to the belly as though
they were just skin,
nothing to be unfurled and hurled
by wind. Manju, in her shawl,
holding something like flight
in her mind.
We are waiting for a friend.
Manju with neck stretched and a beak
of a mask, watching the turn of the
corner. Eyes still adjusting to the
light.