Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
it sits at my window
washed in light
stealthily staring…
robed in white.
it has no shape
it has no sound
it’s stalked me for years
has me spellbound.
the riddles of life
the riffles of time
the gasps of knowing
the knowledge sublime
that we are here
and we are there
how evanescent
the skin we wear.
the window is open
I’m holding my breath
the stalker is awaiting
the chameleon called death.
← Bina Sarkar Ellias
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