In this rain room everything else
is bespattered. Wet are the furniture,
photo frames, journals, books
never opened, computer and
our kaput television set,
except you. You bring in
the dry night. You sit down
dressed in a film of the road
winking by, girl waiting to see it
disappear in the dust and dark,
clusters of queries rising
from the eyes of a child
standing on the roof. If her father
returns home tonight she will
ask him about those stars we see
on the dry nights. Inside it showers.
He will open an umbrella, if he
alights from the last bus, and move
near your couch, invite the girl
and the child, and you all
will be wet and dry at once.
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Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor
Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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