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| Kaddish Polat |
Hope Is A Bent Cane
“How do you know what you hold
is hope?”
The old man that my father has become
grasps his cane, forever bent and
striated with some pale streaks
flowing through its dark and supple flesh
and straightens his weight lost
within his loose muscles. “Because,”
he stares at his cane, “whenever
my shadow comes too near it
makes some space between us,
and although I know I shall be nothing
soon you will have this cane and
memories as an answer to your queries.
Love's Dim Rooms
The inked walls of their kitchen
waltz to the beats of the monochrome
steps of the couple's silhouettes.
You know love when you see it even
from the open window of your apartment.
Theirs, on the other side of the street,
casts a yellow light, almost liquid gold,
on the traffic below. It dances toward you.
The dinner table they set displays too many
bottles and an assortment to know what they eat.
Sometimes you worry that they don't eat enough
and keep the light dim to save on the bill.
This you feel too is love.
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| Kushal Poddar |
Kushal Poddar has authored ten books, the latest being A White Can For The Blind Lane, and his works have been translated into twelve languages. He is a co-editor for Outlook Magazine and the editor of Words Surfacing. He does illustrations and sketches for various magazines.
Lovely parts of life that are so important to breathe in. Thank you for sharing.
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