A 'NO' TODAY
Kushal Poddar
I wake up with no song in my head,
try to reminiscence upon what's forgotten.
The birds leave the tree nearby. Early coffee
sounds like a jet trail, not the plane itself,
but what remains when something leaves,
a weal amidst the clouds that we can see.
A solitary bee carries the soul of everything
I have obliterated. I once read a book,
'How to rescue a bee'. The best is to leave
the box we live in and let the windows eat
away its walls. I have no wall today. Not yet.
BITTER GOURD SONG
The bitter gourd climber
reaches to our veranda;
a flower for its fruit's sake
offers Friedrich Nietzsche -
we are bound to recur ourselves.
I, a bird today, fed by
my dead father as a gesture
of goodwill towards nature,
sit to sway holding
one song note in your dream bar.
You, I today, sing to eradicate
bitterness from my head.
Kushal Poddar is an author and a father, Kushal Poddar, editor of 'Words Surfacing’, and has authored eight books, the latest being 'Postmarked Quarantine'. His works have been translated into eleven languages. He works as a journalist.
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