In My Neighborhood 

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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