Poetry at Sangam

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EXCHANGES by Yahia Lababidi

Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
   (Rumi)

What unexpected turns our losses take
in winding their way back into our arms:

an absent lover returns as many others,
a nation forsaken in the shape of a new life;

poems might take the place of parents
and friends gone come back as a wife.

If Love were not always a step ahead
how would it ensure we kept up the chase?