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Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










2 by Pratibha Nandakumar

Kama cannot be burnt
nor can he be curtailed,
shot down or buried.
I have no use of Hoshang,
he is taken by the boys with broad backs,
big feet and hands.
He has secret writings but an open closet.
Curious though I am, about how
he interprets the cry of the mockingbird.
I loved a man frail as a sparrow
he caressed me with his beak.
He once revealed he was once
a Walnut tree who became a chair.
I sat on him and wrote exquisite poems of lust.

 

PRATIBHA NANDAKUMAR