Traveling jettisons time.
Today, if it’s a Sunday, opens
possibilities of another month.
Unsettled, you whisper, “Has it
ended already?” This may begin
another month, but the rain of yestreen
seems like a twin of today’s rain.
This city’s occupants prefer soaking
in the humid showers over carrying
umbrellas. An umbrella passes the pane
as if challenging your thoughts.
You see the tip. Perhaps the wind
carries it, not a human, to keep it
relevant. Time means nothing in
a city you haven’t scattered your childhood.
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Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor
Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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