Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










Air, Water, Language

On a humid afternoon we sat together
United by life, divided by language;
The world was wet, thoughts held moisture,
Words were scarce but moods had vantage.

Our nods felt true and smiles were hearty
In knowing that we were communicating.
Between my Hindi and her Marathi
We managed to agree the air was sweating.

 

← Maithreyi Karnoor