Darkness alights from the bus
near the row of the dead houses.
The bricks and their spilled
raim wet red puddle around
the toes of nowhere.
She feels someone trailing her.
Darkness turns and tries to discern
the dark outside her, but the guru she
follows says that all, even the fear
and the fearsome assailants are
within her. Perhaps the houses that fell
had the seeds of ruin in them.
The light killed by the light itself.
The war between one kills the half of him.
And her sister was raped by her otherness.
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Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor
Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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