Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
Look! The Sun is shining bright
And a pigeon has perched before me
Its back is speckled like the Dhauladhar,
As if the snow is melting right now in harsh light
I look closer and find
its feet are trees, eyes two tiny blue flowers,
Wings leaves, its beak is made of fine grass,
Gosh! It’s in fact my backyard
On whose back I fly everyday
Crossing the barriers of time
Can’t say when in fact I pass into other aeons
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