Prabhakar Subramaniam


Agnihotris - Poem by Prabhakar Subramaniam

The brick-lined
Homam site
In the hall
Is still warm
The fire still alive
Under the ash,
Children offer paper petals
Imitate the 'swaha' chant
Of the priests
Who have all gone -
Smoke begins to rise
Forcing the grown-ups
To cry halt to their game,
The little flames
Dance away on lithe feet
To where they conjure
Another fire, other sacrifices.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 14, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, June 15, 2012


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