“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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