Poetry at Sangam

Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.

OTHELLO’S PATH by Nabina Das

Butterflies dropped dead from branches
where they never grew
Dewdrops of nights that stifled dawns
lay on your path
Or were they tiny handkerchiefs
outlining a long sorrowful track?

White of course
Black with guile

Wordsmiths called
it green, envy
But when the foliage died
no one was left to pry

So, don’t walk that path dear Othello
don’t wipe your eyes with
Those thunderstruck fingers, they’ll teach
you rage and us a loss forever to linger.

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