Monsoon
written by: Kushal Poddar
@Kushalpoe
A heavy bottom cloud rides
one mystical dildo of some place of worship.
If you do not know monsoon know this –
it doesn’t arrive; it suddenly exists.
The blades of grass stridulate a muddy war
history of heart remembers for bloodiness.
Suddenly the mind ceases.
The pit proves its life.
If you do not know what you know stare
at the pane – the thick thighs of rain
throttle the monuments.
Kushal Poddar has authored ten books, the latest being 'A White Can For The Blind Lane,' and his works have been translated into twelve languages, and he has been a sub-editor of Outlook magazine and the editor of Words Surfacing, and he does some illustrations and sketches for various magazines.
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