Poetry at Sangam



TOO MANY by Pooja Nansi

A woman on television speaks. Says
there are too many dark men
on the streets, too much land
they seem to have taken on loan
too many bones in their bodies
waiting to explode. They are dense with
missing the sweetness of their children’s’ voice,
There is too little money to hear them
across telephone lines.

A woman on television speaks. Says
there is too much danger. Too little light
on their skin makes us feel uneasy. So
we do what the water that is unable to
wash them would have us do, we step to the side,
we let it flow. We have too many
problems of our own too little time to
solve them and nobody needs to worry
about shadows.


(First published in Straits Times on July 23, 2016.)