Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
From the cracked corner of the wall suddenly flashes
Snow-clad majestic mountains.
My cold hands reach inside my pockets;
In childhood, my clothes were forever crumpled, pockets torn
In which I lost many coins, pens and countless memories.
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