Poetry at Sangam

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THE PLANETS, DANCING by Savita Singh

Translated by Medha Singh

The way a soft truth resides
in the poem,
love does in the lengths
between us, we come to own

Why, your tears – this
is hardly the last
of our conversations.
We are to meet
when all vanishes
The point of all life merging
with its end, on this earth.

Meeting is to resume
the lingering of that hope
that runs the clockwork
of this globe

Every galaxy dances
between these fractures

We ought to watch
them dancing, together
wherever        we may be

 

SAVITA SINGH

 

Medha Singh Audio (English)

Savita Singh Audio (Hindi)