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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

Authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, ‘A Place For Your Ghost Animals, Understanding The Neighborhood’, ‘Scratches Within’, ‘Kleptomaniac's Book of Unoriginal Poems’, ‘Eternity Restoration Project - Selected and New Poems’ and now ‘Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse - A Prequel’ (Alien Buddha Press).
Kushal Poddar

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