The bricks he undid with his
sun browned hands, one by one,
while the city and its thousand
shadows stared at him confusedly,
yes, even those bricks unbuilt to free
the earth, although burnt, trapped in
their red hearts, so it might fall the way
we all do, and on this August afternoon
he did, and so it might grow a green mountain
for the tribes yo dance for eons, build
a memory of him. Now his memory
is the tallest existence in this valley.
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Kushal Poddar
Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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