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written by: Kushal Poddar



Mother rolls a flat bread.
It expands. It forges a planet.
Magellan, I am. My tongue
circumnavigates the being
inherited from my mother.

My mother does not have
to struggle for me. She has
to fight a battle with me,
the Magellan, explorer
of my own heart, always confused
because the territory comes
too raw to map.

Kushal Poddar

Kushal Poddar

Poet and a father, Kushal Poddar, edited a magazine - ‘Words Surfacing’, authored seven volumes of poetry including ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, 'A Place For Your Ghost Animals', 'Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems' and 'Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel'.
Kushal Poddar

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