Poetry at Sangam



CITY SMOKE by Amlanjyoti Goswami

Among city smoke,
Mingling in dad’s bowels,
Deeper than your destiny.
In the hospital’s entrails,
By the basement specimens
In the doctor’s sure eye, still searching
Where do I look for you?
You left by the window one morning
Down the stairs,
Giant pipes size up, lever like
Veins and arteries to a tired, bustling body
The dust gathers, flying
The book you will never open
Eyes of the city that never close