On one side, your left
and my right, the groynes
hold the infinity of grey water
and pale yellow. Sand
invades my footwear
and massages my feet.
You always want to sit
on one of those wooden posts
albeit slip. The ship we see
in the middle of the sea
has arrived from my
first grade drawing. Mr. Sen
gave me six out of ten.
You slip. I sink. Sand
of years rubs our minds.
Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor
Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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