2 new poems by Kushal Poddar : Hunger & Calendar


My grandmother's how to cook hunger
is safe in some government locker.

She used to begin with kneading the air.
Rest I cannot remember.

The great great grand kitten of her last pet
mewls hollowness in her withered kitchen garden.

I open the window, take a spoonful,
listen to the ting of the spoon hitting
the base of the bowl.


Somewhere, the last year
still holds on to the hinges,
and one drunken overcoat
misses the hook on the wall,
and its fall sounds soft -
one last leaf leaving the calendar.

The barren square inches 
of holographic past haunts
near the midnight.
Some clock slurs a tick and a tock.
You already mislaid the new calendar.
My call from the morning sphere 
hits a echoing blind alley.

Wolfpack Contributor: Kushal Poddar

Poetry Showcase from Kushal Poddar

Poem by Kushal Poddar  : The Smile Craft (for Merritt Waldon)

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David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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