5 Quotes by Sneha Subramanian Kanta

1947, a found poem,full of erasures in historyof India and Pakistan.

People drink democracy in a glass of teabut night falls, again.

my father holds a veenaadorns the posture of Saraswatirecites from the Sangam in Tamil,utters hymns for dry rivers.

it was too loud for hopeit was too silent for victory.

The language of a river inscribesover eyes of moths and fliesthe navel of the land is a lake.