Through your harmonies I have been able to touch
the hoofprint of your tenderness. The fragility
of your fear grabs me. We have a generation
between us. Time hasn’t altered anything. You have
to wear your garment of grief I have to wear mine.
Now and then, a breed of stallions kickoff their tantivies
on the bridle path of polymorphism. The manners of mating
are perilous. Our placement keeps us as kleptomaniacs
in the emporium of love. Shortages do this. Perception
of chronic shortages more so.
(First published in Coldnoon Travel Poetics)
Sanjeev Sethi has published three books of poetry. This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015) is his latest work. His poems have found a home in The London Magazine, The Fortnightly Review, Ink Sweat and Tears, Sentinel Literary Quarterly, Allegro Poetry Magazine, The Galway Review, The Open Mouse, I am not a Silent Poet, Otoliths, Right Hand Pointing, Down in the Dirt magazine, and elsewhere. He lives in Mumbai, India.