Device – a poem by Sanjeev Sethi


You incise your script on my breath.
I hold you without arms. Our minds
schtup at odd hours. In the bazaar I
lose body parts: your bag is full of me.

I wear the headdress from happiness
with worriment, but adorn the poster
of pain with ease. Its benchmark hogs
a spot in my heart, leaving me breezy.

The finest way is to vanish inwards.


Sanjeev Sethi is published in over 25 countries. He has more than 1200 poems printed or posted in venues around the world. Wrappings in Bespoke, is Winner of Full Fat Collection Competition-Deux organized by the Hedgehog Poetry Press UK. Its his fourth book. It will be issued in 2020. He lives in Mumbai, India.

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