Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










Prayer

Don’t ask
          for the wall of the skin to break
          the light blue line of morning to be drawn
          across your eyelids
          the first watchful parrot of the day
          to ambush you with prayers
Peel back
               every proverb you were taught
               to reveal the raw welt of ardour
               until you find
               where the reluctant chronicler wrote:
Burn
        and dance
               because what is healed is dead
 
 
 
← Ranjit Hoskote