Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
isn’t just red. Music is white, and
breath yellow, spilling onto a brass-buttoned
suit, paint-in-a-hurry dribbling out
the trumpet’s song.
The band, in the back, thumping by,
a shiny-smile formation with
one cavity. Our bandwallah
is leaning against some cart, eyes
wrinkled shut, and what escapes him is
sweet melody, twisting gently like a baby vine.
What song is this
that buckles his knees,
changes the uniform, and commands him to play?
She seems to know – that woman
listening in front of the painting, since morning,
her head pillowed by another’s neck.