3
Amidst the gold tatoo
near the nether part of the field
two woolgatherers lie, lost
from the long march that arrived
from their village with
the demands.
Now, here, they possess that nothingness
no one can deny them and where everything
exists. The shadow of the mango tree
that skipped this year and bore no fruit
shortens, reveals their bodies
to another shade of black.
2
Today everyone else
went to the piazza.
An emptiness connects the houses
and creates a network of hollows.
I crawl through that in spirit.
I move toward you and then
return to the zero.
The empty corridor spanning
the city gossips in fluent gust of wind.
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Goosebumps run through the grassland.
Trees lean on each other.
Our girl discovers the mouth of an old mine.
Often she falls into the pit,
becomes something else.
She meets the serpent, learn –
everyone capable of biting doesn’t bite.
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Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor
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