Poetry at Sangam



UNTITLED by Gulam Mohammed Sheikh

(Translated by Mala Marwah and the author.)

for Nilima and Samira

the heaving passengers
vanish into the train
it shudders through the bowels of each
resting his ochre elbow upon
brick-stained windows.
Vacant tracks, tunnel, bridge,
again the latch on the waiting room door

The odour of two humans
about my body
evaporated in a moment
and took with it the smell of my own.
Travelers do not leave alone -
each departure taking something
of the watcher along.

the house enclosed me
like a blank envelope.