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written by: Kushal Poddar



The first pilgrim chronicles the second
how she longed for her brothers' hush-hush
stash of magazines, dreamed to amass
all those movies her parents bowdlerized.
And along came net, freed everything,
made her a tad disappointed.

The second pilgrim nods. Says,
they should use the last rest room.
The summit bears. Temple opens
when they silence their cellphones.

The first disagrees; she is the silence withheld.

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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