Monday, 5 June 2017

Sewn Beneath My Lids - Kushal Poddar

Deeper I traverse
into the field of
golden wheat, it gets
stickier, thick with
insane brushstrokes.

A trail of blackbirds
above and behind,
I smother my desire
to undo all by
a single pull of sheaf,
as if all weaved as one
on a woolen patch
that has no form yet
and two needles probed
near the horizon.

Kushal Poddar (born 1977) India
Source: Body

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