The day after the blast, blue
haze and the first bus run
together from one charred point
to another.
An wrinkly bodach wearing
a white taqiyah shrinks
between the stares. Today
the bus is overcrowded with
eyes. Eyes stand even on the steps,
sway holding any object they find.
The day after the blast, everyone
knows what he knows.
At the stop beside the creek
a veteran cop manages his
damaged knees and climbs in, stands
holding one of those support-rods.
The old man in skull cap hesitates.
His stop is still three crossroads ahead.
He shrugs, sighs, lifts himself, gives
his seat to the cop and stands
bearing all the burdens now
on his community.
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Kushal Poddar
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Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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