Poetry: The Crow by Kushal Poddar

The Crow

A crow needles together
the shadows and the reflections.
The railings stir in the puddle.
The portico crumbles on the water
and reconstructs itself.

All blur a little. All come alive.
The rain-torn clothesline
wires a knotted s.o.s
from a shirt, forgotten, left behind,
towards the kin to the dead.

"Will you be not-lonely again?"
Caws the crow.
I thumb through the literary precedent,
"Nevermore."



Bio -
An author and a father, Kushal Poddar, works as a journalist. He authored eight books and has been translated into eleven languages across the globe.

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