A kite disassembles
the hands and arms,
huts and lanes, trees
and this – nothingness,
and they all turn into
some geometrical shapes
I could have defined
albeit you know, I have failed
to define anything more than
a circle in which these
seem to be tambour-framed
sewn together by some
bygone lady with her needle of ray.
Kushal Poddar
Illustration Nick Victor
Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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This sketch really wraps up the poem, Nick.
Comment by Kushal Poddar on 29 January, 2022 at 8:36 amAnother excellent poem a pleasure to put a picture with and thanks
Comment by Editor on 29 January, 2022 at 11:56 amBrilliant as usual
Comment by roseanne morales on 31 January, 2022 at 1:16 pm