Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
He possesses
A pair of reckless legs
A pair of bloody claws
A pair of reigning eyes
Thirty-two teeth for laughing
And a billowing peerless tongue
Like flames of fire!
But he doesn’t walk by himself
Doesn’t even kill an ant with his own hands
Doesn’t even see with his own eyes
No one has seen
How his tongue is
Or demeanour
He only laughs
In the pose to love children.
He only laughs and
Countless animal-feet
Trample the earth
Bloody claws
Get printed on houses and doors
Dabbed in blood and thunder
All government tongues
Are his tongue.
Amidst his naked intentions
Crores and crores of men–women
Are mere birds
Whose peacock dreams get tied
To the desire of his spiking lessons
And each of those crests
Are decorated in his diary.
By his attempts
No paper is blank.
He writes repeatedly
In posters
In newspapers
In children’s books:
“Everything is fine
Everything should be fine
Arriving at the right time
Leaving at the right time
Saying yes at the right time…
Which isn’t right
Will be right this time
In the budget
In the constitution…
Listen!
God is Almighty!”
Even that old god is clueless
How many performances can he stage.
Just look carefully
His muscles are pulsating
His eyes hold
That same river of blood
Not even a yellow leaf
Is beyond his stealthy sight.
He knows
How many mischievous children rest in each womb
He knows
How many times you’ve made love
To your wife in a day
Who is your favourite heroine
Which is the kind of music you like
What is your blood pressure?
He only keeps forgetting one thing repeatedly
That even stones tremble with tyranny.
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