On The Passing of Paddy

 

                                                  (Remember Paddy Moloney?)

                                                   The rain has ceased to be news now,
                                                   and still the stirring in the paddy field
                                                   plays some wintercearig music.

                                                   I stoop, pluck and split open the heart
                                                   of a single grain. It holds ellipsism
                                                   Of  a the tiniest amount of some Moscow Mule.

                                                   The lashing leaves play the tune you can
                                                   change according to your life and choices.
                                                   I want to be sad, but the sadness die,
                                                   and the music lives on.

 

 

 

Kushal Poddar
Ilustration Nick Victor

 

 

 

Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India

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