By: Kushal Poddar
Near the northern end of our city,
we meet, often in one minute cafe
to sip bitterness liquefied, and nod at its
rather a Spartan decor, its walls’ lime
the wall between us sees itself on a looking glass;
the blood seems always high on a thinner
bearing steroids pushed to skirmish against
what we now cannot recall, and so our blood flows
in between like a neutral strip ripping free
from flesh too dead to remember the fight.
An author and a father, Kushal Poddar, edited a magazine – ‘Words Surfacing’, authored seven volumes including ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, ‘A Place For Your Ghost Animals‘, ‘Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems‘ and ‘Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse- A Prequel‘. His works have been translated in ten languages.
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