Daddy why your bed
set in a different
time-zone
doesn’t talk to mom’s?
why does mom wear loose
and balloon dresses,
forget to comb her hair?
My friend says-
Winter is our house pet.
That day she let me smoke her joint,
and all I saw is your bed
sailing across the north sea
towards the delta of mom’s.
So near, so far.
So fair, so silent.
I turn, step back from my ears on the door,
but your door remains open.
Kushal Poddar
Short bio-
Edited the online magazine ‘Words Surfacing’.
Authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’ (Spare Change Press, Ohio), “A Place For Your Ghost Animals” (Ripple Effect Publishing, Colorado Springs), “Understanding The Neighborhood” (BRP, Australia), “Scratches Within” (Barbara Maat, Florida), “Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems” (BRP, Australia) and “Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems” (Hawakal Publishers, India)
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