The firefly in the room betokens its clan 
raising a constellation of silence 
as the valley listens to us making love, 

and this bedroom, tiny, (Yes, 
blessed are those budget’s slaves
who keep promises.)
metamorphoses into the vast we 
comprehend but never understand, 
something breeze cool, summer warm 
and autumn sadness, something we 
should do, urgent, but we cannot, 
and that something makes me writhe 
to see your profile in the flicker of one firefly 
embodying every firefly ever graced the night.





Kushal Poddar
Illustration Nick Victor

Authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, ‘A Place For Your Ghost AnimalsUnderstanding The Neighborhood’, ‘Scratches Within’, ‘Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems’, ‘Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems’ and now ‘Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel’ (Alien Buddha Press)





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