Apocalypse
written by: Kushal Poddar
@Kushalpoe
Remember this – no cops visit the neighborhood
since the pestilence. Let’s rob the powerless
ice-cream parlour naked.
The streets survive the fulmination of grass.
I devour a hodgepodge burger until I remember
hunger shall return to diminishing resources.
Let’s rob something. Naked.
Tim says, he needs to bury his mother
sometime soon. The refrigerator dies away.
I promise him to write a new series of funeral rites.
And a new religion. We lord the swarm. The fittest.
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.
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