Have you ever whispered
to your friend while watching
your daughter asleep
on the couch within the circle
she has formed with her flesh,
“Wish, I could sleep like that.”?
The night strengthens its meat outside.
If you two stand on the porch,
ignite a cigarette you both have quitted
years ago the redolence
of the moon fermenting
will perturb your lungs.
Wish is the word you will recite, reiterate.
The frogs will commence a rematch.
The breeze will leave one set of leaves
for another, and the rain will pour soon.
.
Words and picture
Kushal Poddar
Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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