In the beginning the rain shows
the leaves, bamboos, grass
in a never seen before way.
Then we feel the grey.
A young person drowns.
The weeds colonize his lungs.
I boost a swimming cat’s spirit –
Swim, cat. Swim.
The only sport not involving our shadows.
Or our blood where the dead fish
flow towards our hearts.
In those soft organs
we keep our memories of earth.
This poem was first published in A Baker’s Dozen in August 2012.
Kushal Poddar resides in of Kolkata, India. Apart from poetry, he has written fiction and script for television mini-series. His English poems have been published in various online and print magazines all over the world. He is the author of “All Our Fictional Dreams” and has been published in Poor Poet’s Pantry: Collaborative Poems. His forthcoming books are Surviving Cyber Life and Five Poets: An Anthology.
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