“Here I go.
All my fallacies and verity.
All I can forgive. All that makes me
a sword and fire.”
My father murmurs as he seeds,
lowers the possibility in a hole he made.
He whooshes the birds, sways
like a spring laden scarecrow.
And I grow.
Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor
Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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