Poetry at Sangam



21ST JULY by Naveen Kishore

No fingerprints on the last glass of wine.
Nor any footprints on the clouds as you climb the stairway.
No letters. Thoughts. Unread books. Not even a discarded bookmark.
No dreams. Unrealized or fulfilled. Or nightmares to breathlessly wake up from.
No impression of your reclusive body as you sink into your bed for the last time.


Imagine leaving nothing behind. Not even a trace.