Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
So long as mountains meditate
this river will be wet
So long as boatmen paddle
a lullaby for the dead
Before sun strikes
and water turns cold
We row to a spot
churning upstream
Hand your ashes over
to the current
Ash can’t swim
Hangs on to algae on hulls
Falls into arms of corals
Scraped and bitten by fish
Shat along gorges and flats
Why else do river beaches shine
What is mica made of
← Mani Rao