Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
Gentle,
let it land while still aquiver
with the tremor of life,
its restless flutter tickling your palm,
the pools of colour still
steadying on its wings
as its little heart trembles.
Those wings are pixie dust;
held too tight,
they are ash,
they are yesterday.
← Naima Rashid