Poetry

By

Sanjeev Sethi

MIGRATION

It is implanted not to bow

to a straight arrow.

It is duck soup

to deal with a shill.

In an urban set-up

arrivistes stand alone.

The dispossessed are likely

to add to the anomie.

The owners of an awning

are on night watch.

FEBRUARY 14

Embers of your imprint

have swaddled me.

Gelidity doesn’t gnaw.

I am frost-free.

My malison is to melt.

Sanjeev Sethi

The recently released, This Summer and That Summer, (Bloomsbury) is Sanjeev Sethi’s third book of poems. His work also includes well-received volumes, Nine Summers Later and Suddenly For Someone. He has, at various phases of his career, written for newspapers, magazines, and journals and has produced radio and television programmes.

His poems have found a home in The London Magazine, The Fortnightly Review, Allegro Poetry Magazine,  Solstice Literary Magazine, Off the Coast Literary Journal, Synesthesia Literary Journal, Oddball Magazine, Hamilton Stone Review, Literary Orphans, Crack the Spine Literary Magazine, The Peregrine Muse, Otoliths and elsewhere. Poems are forthcoming in Sentinel Literary Quarterly, Ink Sweat & Tears, The Bitchin’ Kitsch. He lives in Mumbai, India.