Sri Lal
Sri Lal Poems
I come from nowhere,
and I have nowhere to go,
I tell the crow perched
on a low neem branch
...
I have seen smoke plume
like the crown of peacock
feathers my blue love wears.
...
i.
The first light of dawn is amba—
She is the eye of wisdom
watching over all.
...
In a lover's heart,
song rises, like sap or soma.
In a lover's heart, song rises,
not unlike tears.
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Sri Lal Biography
Sri Lal's writings have appeared in Bamboo Ridge, Chicago Quarterly Review, Fiction International, Epiphany, and other journals. She is also an editor at the Ganga Review.)
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Crows (I.)
I come from nowhere,
and I have nowhere to go,
I tell the crow perched
on a low neem branch
beyond the Periyar River.
He agrees.
He and I are free.
We speak the same language.
You know who I mean. He eats
the garbage you and I toss aside—
the endless sacks of rubbish
hauled down to be burnt
at the water's edge,
like a secret in the dark.
--Sri Lal
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