The Burnt Pieces of The Puzzle

Two fragmented men in the circle of the burn
mumble, “You can
see why people kill from a distance.
You cannot know why people kill.”

Green lava grass gathers 
around the forbidden zone.
Gossips ripple. Wind spreads the fire.
By the gong nothing remains.

An urban eagle pieces together the flesh.
The puzzle solved persists to be a puzzle.

 

 

 

Kushal Poddar
Photo Nick Victor

 

Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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