That Village I Didn’t Visit 

To Vijay Shanmugam 

A dish antenna and a peacock 
on a flat roof’s plain, warm wind
remains in a stupor; Autumn 
picks up a call, lets its high notes fall
through its lazy fingers. We have 
a festival waiting for us at the end
of the lane. A girl crawls toward
the open door, and her mother 
lifts her. Her shadow keeps moving,
rolls on the ribs of the bricked lane,
through the crowd cheering at the blue.
A red and green kite looks down before 
fading into the light.

 

 

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Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor

 

 

 

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Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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