Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










A SUNDAY MORNING IN BANGKOK by Abhay K.

Mannequins stand in the metro 
               with wooden expressions
their gaze — distant, lost in space
             their eyes blink occasionally
lost in latest gazettes
              sound of speeding metro 
broken occasionally by a recorded announcement —
‘please mind the gap between the train and the platform
pee pee pee pee, the next station is Sukhumbit.