To The Sanskrit Poets - Poem by Ranjit Hoskote
Leave something behind: a trace of cloud
on a plate, a pair of white birds
shot by a hunter, an emerald brooch
that a shrub snatched from a princess in flight
or the archer's last prayer, spoken minutes before
his brother's arrow found his throat.
Leave us these threads to unravel, embroider:
secret messages inked in white
on white beneath the unsettled weeks
of postcards and air letters
that jam the mailbox while we're away.
Leave us the jigsaw of previous lives.
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