Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










UNFINISHED ELEGY by Nandini Dhar

The sparrows leave, one by one—abandoning the city’s 

lamp-posts and flamboyance branches to birds 

 

who had departed – a hundred and fifty years back. 

A fragile ensemble of colours – yet to become a cacophony

 

In this incessant labour of locating the debris

within the mud of the wheat-field,

 

witnessing is bound to be deficient.

A dinghy stuck in the river-sand; 

 

In the ripples of this creek, which begins

where the map ends, the tip of the bayonet

 

frisks, awaits the barbed wire.

 
 

NANDINI DHAR