The hidden violin within
a novelty glass paperweight
I see years after you bought it
for me as if I do so for the first time,
and this time feel it with my skin,
read the notes freed during an accident
that also spills hot coffee on the keyboard,
bleeds my feet opened up with
its tiny diamonds, makes me panic call
you this evening. You listen and when
I finish end the call without saying a word.
My grandfather played violin at the local theatre.
It plays Bach in G Major inside my temple
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Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor
Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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