Poetry at Sangam



WORSHIP by Karthika Nair

Guru and Swami
and Thampi-with-yearning-ears
lie on the suburbs
of my fingers’ arc, lips bared,
eyes fixed in unnerving hope.

If a dog could speak,
he would drawl: “Here is the trick:
I let you believe
you are God, divine, adored.
Now feed me more bread, my lord.”