Poem of the week: from a renga by
Marilyn Hacker and Karthika Naïr
I had a dream, sleepless nights
Immersing me, wolves haunt
Nowhere to escape now
This deadly times aghast .
Also ode in line a cute
Formation to half moon
Me with steps dance
Sad
for liberation;
There for us come
Ghazals pouring like rain,
Inescapable now, though
A flight away from this a longing.
A
spacious garden,
Resounding various rhythms
Of voices in our own
Sonorous mood dipping with sway.
Ghazals a delight and redeemer
A thrill shaking us away from thraldom.
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