If loving is a prayer, I must be a mean worshiper.
You wore the hood of humility, some slip on when
they are sure. No watershed is shaped by another’s
tractate. Pathfinder’s advance is endogenous, afflatus
their own. My way of stonewalling your invincibility
was by owning to your contours inflating my cravings.
To seek ballast I eschewed fitful textures & trajectories.
Lovers are loaned. Poetry is mine like God.
Sanjeev Sethi has authored three books of poetry. This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015) is his latest work. He is widely published in several countries, and lives in Mumbai, India.