Wishing Upon a Shooting Morning

The darkness does not represent


I cannot expect more from a city pent

near the bazaar.

People, left to guard the merchandise,

gathers wools

lying on their handcarts, and the breeze


to some thick and thin, transparent and translucent



Morning, almost Daniel Barenboim playing


sprawls in E-Flat Major, but the light

is not right

for an example of the morning. Nothing

equals nothing

or anything. The dogs stretch time,

and from the brambles

of my existence, a gust of the birds mushrooms

into the sky.






Kushal Poddar
Ilustration Nick Victor




Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India

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