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The Baggage

written by: Kushal Poddar

@Kushalpoe

 

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

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'.
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