Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
Ghalib exhaledspring
for Delhi, his perfumed fairies died early this year,
in the hemorrhaging laburnum,wearing
vetiver andcamphor,
roseon wailing rooftops
—specters of mist,of smoke,
they’restill offering
eternal lullabiesto mohallas that haven’t slept in a century—
a handloom still hums, afloral fatiha. The sandstone
minaret stillmoulders under memory and
serenades thetired
sun withghazals asking, “…if I were not, then what would be?”
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