One young man climbs
on the summit, on
the slippery arc of the sweat beads,
on others, holds the flag, feels its heft,
and that waving a flag takes
more than, lets say, a million muscles,
bodies’ strength.
He wasn’t selected for this job.
The process was natural.
Rain meets the fire; we hear the hiss.
They are not mortal enemies,
mere a coexistence, clashing
because it falls within
their job descriptions.
They both live, meet again, again.
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Kushal Poddar
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Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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