A time frame hangs me
between the known and the unknown
beyond the glass
stilled by words
a grey souvenir bigger than the earth,
sometimes it is a train’s window pane,
images pass the eye
blinded by time.
We are like the lines of holes
on a flute’s dark wooden face.
Sreekanth Kopuri is an Indian English poet from Machilipatnam – a colony – India. He was an alumni Writer in Residence at Strange Days Books Greece. He recited his poetry and presented his research papers in many countries. His poems and research articles were widely published. His book Poems of the Void was the finalist for the EYELANDS BOOKS AWARD. Kopuri is presently an independent research scholar in Contemporary Poetry, silence, and Holocaust poetry. He lives in his hometown Machilipatnam with his mother teaching and writing.