Most of your guesses
about the reason
a photographer frames
the azure and the saw-tooth roofs
do not come close to the truth.
Sky defies time, collapses memories –
consider this. His mother looked pretty
while holding back one obstinate lock
of hair caught the first glimpse of winter
in its body as he fell
from his first bicycle.
His love ran on white sand
until the waves and the grains
and the rocks became one.
The clouds also remind him
of an addendum to his last testament.
It looks almost autumn as if
that season has caught
an early morning bus and
run away from the hostel
before the vacation starts.
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Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor
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