The body of sensation drifts away.
The colour of cold looks green and grey.
These years were kind, albeit
we had to conjure the winter,
take time out of the equation where
X equals to nothing except X.
I look at those birds descending
on the floating flesh. The last ferry
has not arrived yet, but I am already late.
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Kushal Poddar
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Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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