We changed my mother’s medicine
She showed real ailing, true health,
the day she died, still recovering.
“I believe in silver linings.”, she said
while we dined in our dim room, almost dark,
and because I had to say something I moved
my lips, “Revolution means circling back to
the origin, not changing the origin.”
Freud sat on the third chair. A sparrow brought
a grain of grin on my mother’s lips. She ate it.
An author and a father, Kushal Poddar, edited a magazine – ‘Words Surfacing’, authored seven volumes 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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