Sanket Mhatre


DIVIDED BY TWO, MULTIPLIED BY ONE
 
Camphor lines purify evenings
Age sits down on a flight of stairs, to listen
 
Silence is a cake, equally shared
Relished – like the flavors of her latest find
 
Stories are as green as her walls
Under the texture of her Bombay skin
 
First, I thought these were lines
– they were unspoken prayers
 
Time multiples even now
endings don’t have endings
 
Divided by two windows
multiplied by one story

Sanket Mhatre has been featured at Kala Ghoda Arts Festival, Jaipur Literature Festival and Glass House Poetry Festival. His first book of cross-translated poems, The Coordinates Of Us, won the prestigious Raza Foundation Grant after been shortlisted at IWrite2020 at Jaipur Literature Festival.

 
 

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