Tag: Indian poetry
The desert is a virgin— / its skin only as old / as the last thought.
I Won’t Let You Go!April 2011
It’s the oldest cry resounding from earth to heaven / The solemnest lament, “I won’t let you go!”
That WomanOctober 2010
That woman who spreads her legs, / who is beaten, who cannot hold / her grief or her drink. / Don’t become that woman.