Queen’s Gambit

 

“The day died, Aurelia.
One day, wholesome
just whistled past us
into the dark.”

“What happens now?”
My daughter asks
staring at the dissected dusk
on the slab made by moss.

“Sun shall be airlifted
first to its land, and to its burial
and then to its throne – again,
resurrected.

Breeze releasing summer seems
to agree with my reportage.

 

 

 

 

 

Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor

Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India

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