Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
Mother runs her fingers
through her hair.
She sees dark dandelions
catch the tail
of a stray breeze.
She leaves chiaroscuro
on pillows.
Her roots circle the drain.
From each sleep
she emerges younger
to become balder
than her baby.
Whispered veins of poison run
inciting revolutions and genocides (for our greater good) while
Mother in her shining pate
dreams of susurrations
in paddy fields.