Tamal Kundu

Lost in the desert at night, a maze of stairs reveals the myth.
Neon sign, beside a paan-red smile, pairs—revealing the myth.

Clotho has ringlets, Lachesis slanted eyes, Aisa laugh lines,
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Morning.
Brewing coffee
Brings you out in my shirt
To serve us both heavy spoons of
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'Years
have passed
since that day
under the fig
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The old house stands still.
Rot has set in.
A flying termite caught in the webs of a dead spider, sway to the shrill of a ceiling fan.
All things sway.
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Framed by mankind her voice turned raw.
For toxins had tainted ambrosia
and festered in her child to gnaw
framed by mankind, her voice turned raw
...

I

School bag, blue shirt, hair parted on the right,
Daal-rice, the clock ticks away in delight;
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City
becomes joy,
gathers hope, together
concrete and man spiral, infusing life,
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I walk among stars,
my vibrant soul resonates
their brilliant symphony.
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At the savage, indigo sky,
draped in snow, claw the mountains high.
By the cirque, a base, sheltered 'neath,
his gun sings the ballad of death.
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Last league of March, after spring had reached its peak,
I opened my doors to abeer.
And sunshine.
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