Do you feel this door? If you
can then already know what
those walls thought you might not
be ready to reckon. Don’t let
anger hammer the walls. They too
sweat inside, hide the larvae of termites,
croon a lullaby to them, say,
“Your time has not arrived yet.”
Touch the door now. Is it wood anymore?
Do you see me? Those white handkerchiefs
flying over the red rally? Two old fools wearing
Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band uniforms?
Do not open, no need to, what used to roam
on the other side burst out here now, pollinate
with those white hares your father’s hat bred
in its silky thick air.
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Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor
Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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