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Holy Black
The worm of forgiveness works
hard so the rot will decompose fast,
faster than the night of anger you
desire to forget.
I have been in that
forest with you; you won't remember
me though; I have seen the confetti
of fire minutes after you light up a bush.
It feels easy to imagine the dark and ash
after the cinders, flame, flicker, lighter.
With ease we imagine the quality of dark.
This part isn't so; try hard,
and imagine white, broad blank and
imagine it so the black may form the figure
or the word you want, the last thing to remember.
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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.


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