Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
Empty your quiver Arjun
may your arrows turn to twigs
but please don’t light a fire
this planet isn’t big
enough to inhale the heat in
–some trouble with its lungs.
Sing of Baisakh and Nauroz
the equinox is hung
with lyric celebratory
on mustard flower and wheat;
watch ritual dance, there’s beauty
in women’s circling feet.
Unstring you bow Arjuna!
Cast off your mace, Bheem!
Unstring your bow Arjuna
turn Kurukshetra green;
and less rhetoric Krishna
instead let’s hear your flute,
we don’t want war Kanhaiya
don’t ask your ward to shoot!
When it comes to monks
an acolyte I ain’t
for me Old Monk’s the flavor
of sanctuary and saint.
Instead of war some verses
no slogans or war paint!
Let arty guys versify
or let the buggers paint.
Cleanse my verse of patina
and other sordid taints
and let me write some doggerel
since I cannot paint.
← Keki Daruwalla
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