Light erases a dab of the soft pastel
blue-grey. I don’t remember the shade.
I do, how our first grade’s Miss Jane
taught us to flare our fingers and form
a make-belief tree. I unleash the fist.
Its dark branches render some character
to light’s endeavour. Wind brings the news
from the waves, and some dues we must pay
this season when a hard gale will audit our stays.
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Kushal Poddar
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Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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