Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










Table

Always make place at the table
             for the guest who walks in with a peony
                                  who’s exchanged his drawl for a twang
                                  who once sliced the moon in half with a whistle
                                  who struck a vein of gold in his sleep
                                  who goes red in the face laughing
                                  at his own jokes
             and for the guest who left the house forty years ago
                                         with a wooden bowl
                                         and a vow of silence
one brings you
                        a charter of demands
the other
              a chaplet of sky-flowers
 
 
 
← Ranjit Hoskote