Sneha Subramanian Kanta
“He who sees all beings in his Self and his Self in all beings, he never suffers…”
The earth is the earth,
gnarling insects sleep over its softened crust,
the quest for hierarchy has eaten us all alive –
it is felt in the air that we breathe, as great rivers dryly die
rivers that once thrived in ancient groves amid the evergreens
until the decay of humanity seeped, cornering its center
places of study propagate cultural barrier – seeking this – and that
i had better be with a learned sage beside the forest rivulet.
My charred slumber is charcoaled by bullet-marks and remnant bones
birds are not accused for being immigrants, speaking foreign tongues;
in the construct of syllabic monotones across flashes within trajectories
of the vast sky,
of blue and gray and fine black embers, burned by the day.
Sneha Subramanian Kanta is a postgraduate student of literature and culture at the University of Plymouth, United Kingdom and a recipient of the GREAT scholarship. Her work has appeared or is to appear in Front Porch Review (IL, USA), Ann Arbor Review (MI, USA), The Rain, Party & Disaster Society (USA) and in poetry anthologies such as Dance of the Peacock (Hidden Brook Press, Canada), Suvarnarekha (The Poetry Society of India, India) and elsewhere.