Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
Sleep is a place…
Like the grasslands is a place for cattle
Like thirst a place for water
Like the bridge atop a flowing river
Is a place
Like the spanned wings of a bird
Is a place in the universe
There are seas and oceans on this earth
Mesmerizing mountains of snow
And yet its most beautiful piece
Is nothing else, but sleep
Escaping the stammering people on platforms
Inside the bodies tormented by boots
Pressed in the heart and clinging by the left arm
Sleep appears like a galaxy
When the taste in grains dies
And the belief in beauty is lost
This is the place where even rice with just salt
Can be gorged as biryani
And upon entering a rotten-trodden whorehouse
A wondrous woman can be smooched
For moments one can become the king here
Being contented with only morsels of alms
For at the blink of an eye
Any reigning emperor can be beheaded
Thence it has been observed
that any cruel government
prefers pillaging someone’s sleep
to killing them.
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