Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
Where the map ends,
the ailment begins –
the brief moment
when the rains bring along
with hopes of pouring water
and promise to wipe away the diesel-stains,
the lone dove
into the city’s vicinity:
the torched mosque,
the sweet-shop razed to the ground:
conspicuous, because
of its owner’s name.
The brief moment stretched into a night:
when the prayer becomes a war-whoop.
I would reserve certain words
for more elevated purposes:
slogan happens to be only one of such idioms.
A nightlong hailstorm,
A hamlet of faceless hands clanking
on metal plates in unison:
the dove carries on its beak
into the corners of this porch
the ash of the aforementioned ignition.
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