Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
Did I ever think
Heaven would ripen its doors
before their right season
expecting me to arrive
any day now my boots caked with mud
my coat weighed down with rain
my lips moving to sounds
not tethered yet to chants
more hostage than pilgrim
telling my story in bursts
how I let rivers surge through the trenches
how a thrown knife pinned me to a farewell
how I shrugged myself loose and ran
a banner rippling in and out of air
my hands burning with colours I’d scrounged
off rocks shrubs spiky trees
on my way here
leaving my palms
on outcrop and leaf
my soles on creased water?