Vanilla Peace 

You call your old comrade 
from a mental cubicle
behind the rain-barricade,
confess that you have cheated.

Nothing matters now. If this
is a dream the truth shall never
emerge outside, and if
this is not the world within 
the truth will be a Kafka paradox.

You disconnect, cross the hard rain,
face the policing you, the one
who keeps secrets hushed
for the sake of the peace.

 

 

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Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor

 

Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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