by Kushal Poddar
We have a family technique
to abort our thoughts
before they become words, our bane.
We force feed our tongues
measureless silence
and the usual squirrels
the crumbs of our hearts.
The nightfall will highlight the canal,
cremation pyres, fall as a season.
My father turns and says,
"I find savouries tasteless these days.
Ain't it tasteless to savour one's own griefs? "
I do not know. You find the support
for any belief you cherish on the net.
Kushal Poddar, the author of 'Postmarked Quarantine' has eight books to his credit. He is a journalist, father, and the editor of 'Words Surfacing’. His works have been translated into twelve languages, published across the globe. Twitter- https://twitter.com/Kushalpoe