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The Baggage

written by: Kushal Poddar



Mom lost her suitcase in the rain
on the platform seven
before she rode her absent mind to her home.

Mom lost my gifts to her- two dresses.
My wife gave her stones and nail polishes.
she lost her clothes- the kind
one carries to impress a new daughter-in-law.

Over the phone, we comforted mom,
easier than losing anything.
At night my wife woke me up. We took pills.

The suitcase would wait on the platform
for hours, and a rumor would follow.
A man in uniform would arrive
with a sniffing dog and a general sense of panic.

Opening the case the cop would think of his wife
and the gifts he wanted to give.
With a sigh, he wouldn’t steal anything from the case.

In the lost-luggage, the case would
battle with the rats and fade
before in a blind auction some treasure hunter
would purchase all it might encase for a tenner.

He would love those dresses, lift them
in the light when every thread
would crumble into ashes.

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).
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