We have been on
the last step of the temple’s stairs
for several nights.
We could have been
two of those of those statues, guardians
who judges the fresh entrants.
Red swims far below
in the koi pond. Black means
not a blank shot in the dark
but too much of too many
colours. We can comprehend why
we cannot complete
our journey. It is a necessity
left in the aisles. Winter in the air
sings everything about nothing.
.
Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor
Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
amazon.com/author/kushalpoddar_thepoet
Author Facebook- https://www.facebook.com/KushalTheWriter/
Twitter- https://twitter.com/Kushalpoe
.