Sea

He lost his mind. I thought.
In cold he stood, brooding,
far from the wave break line.

Father. Father. I called.
You can turn back, I said.
He looks at his broad hands-

I am a grain, white sand.
I am a shell whose voice
swirls past in its long cone.

 

Kushal Poddar

About Kushal Poddar

Born in a warm corner of India, a lone child and brought up with his shadow mates, Kushal Poddar (1977- ) began writing verse at the age of six. He adopted his second tongue as the language to dream on. Widely published in several countries, prestigious anthologies included Men In The Company of Women, Penn International MK etc, Van Gogh’s Ear, been featured amongst the poets for the month December by Tupelo Press and in various radio programs in Canada and USA.
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