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2 poems by Sreekanth Kopuri

A Compromise

a letter to my mother

I ascend the night to

hold the stretched hand of

a hunger where her eyes,

my need half shuts,

blind my conscience’

from the loneliness that

waits for me in your

half mooned eyes that try

to reach those of my father's

in the aging portrait before,

mine search the secrets of

youth in the hunger's here

sneaking a man's room

behind it's naked bosom

it stole for me

the door of which

I shut on your sad face left behind

this jasmine-scented darkness.

Dreaming Against Clock

A burning dream,

pounds within my bony canoe

that floats on the red sea

wrapped in the dusty earth,

moves off the orbit,

stares at the toddler within,

who chuckles at my image

greying with alluring dreams

of his fluid cognizance

spilled in the pencil scribbles

that flicker on the crumpled pages

of a ripped off notebook

a torn calendar dates

with the naked dreams, still,

rocking in the paper cradle

un-torn by the weight of stilled infancy.

If I could re-rock in and out

along the decreed space of time

in the borrowed cradle

of sacred wood

against the brandished swords of clock!


Sreekanth Kopuri is an Indian poet from Machilipatnam, currently poetry editor of Kitchen Sink Magazine. He has recited his poetry at the University of Oxford, John Hopkins University, Heinrich Heine University and many others. His book Poems of the Void was the winner of Golden Book of the year 2022. He lives in his hometown Machilipatnam with his mother.


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