KUSHAL PODDAR

And The Sea

On the days I see sky colourless
over stagnant water,
sometimes, not always, I desire
to put a full tide stream 
in my mouth and blow up my brain.

"Old man," you will say, "you have
the Hemingway syndrome."

If so, not always. Most days
I row my boat. The sky wears its clouds
like medals from the last battle.

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