Some traces of blood
the moon bled stays on the terrace.
Our eyes remain eclipsed.
The scribbles on the wall
fade into a slow death.
Morning walks on the fence.
Its shedded fur glows on the ground.
We see black with some trapped shimmers.
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Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor
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Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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