On My Wife’s Birthday

A tuft of thoughts
seen in the dream’s sidewalk
will forge you, mould you

from the state of pre-you.
My left index leaves its flesh
between the pages of Lucy Gray;

its soul traces your visage.
You have my daughter’s face,
only you have it years before she constellates.

The other things remain as they are –
worldly, the streets and the system of life 
flowing from eons before to the time after.





Kushal Poddar
Illustration Nick Victor

Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India

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