Shantam Goyal \ Winter 2015
* footprints and when I finally walked out into the silver green Bay of Bengal tiptoeing across the burbling asphalt I found only the biggest ships leave footprints on the sea Eid I sat crosslegged on frying pan stones of Jama when they exploded to shatter the hum of small talk I almost ran pulling him by the sleeve but it was just time for iftaar * |
Shantam Goyal reads English Literature at University of Delhi for his post-graduate studies.
He is an Editorial Assistant for The Equator Line Magazine, and occasionally reviews jazz albums for The Viewspaper. |