Kushal Poddar
The way someone blind
wears his ignorance
and gallivants through a throng.
Tim holds his hope, says,
« It’s me. » over the phone
to the number his deceased
wife used until the May end.
May means many things.
May all calls are answered.
The blind reaches the crossroads.
Here sometimes sights return
although it costs the vision.
Kushal Poddar is a poet and father, and editor of the magazine ‘Words Surfacing’. He has authored seven volumes of poetry, and more of his work can be found here.
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