Vidya S Venkatramani
morning quiet the swish of a broom erasing old kolams —Vidya S Venkatramani
morning quiet the swish of a broom erasing old kolams —Vidya S Venkatramani
summer breeze— the scent of mogra lingers in the bride’s braid —Vani Sathyanarayan
the night stung by countless coconut palms— Scorpio winds —Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
pumpkin tanpura the street monk's song about hollowness —Srinivasa Rao Sambangi
ancient drum sounds the possessed Maibi utters a different dialect —Milan Rajkumar