Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
I am never willing to waste a piece of paper,
Just keep one, and another one.
Then fold them into tiny boats,
And thrown down them into the sea from my ship.
Some are swept back in to the portholes,
The rest are wet from the waves, and stick to the bow.
Still, I fold them day by day without despair,
And always hope one should flow in the direction I wish it to go.
Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Please don’t be surprised if it appears by chance.
Your daughter, your ultimate love, folded it,
Across ten thousand crags and torrents away, pleading for it to return
with her love and sorrow!
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