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noir temple - kushal poddar

From the firmament, imagine,

the steeple looks like a ship

ready to leave the planet decaying.

You joke, "It is the tip of your confession."

My sins laugh aloud. We have buried

silence beneath the bits of the bottles

thrown away. No one steps downhill.

People, even the temple, use it as a bin.

One night the edifice disappears.

The fright tightens its grip.

Is the end nearing? Now that the land

lies vacant will the words hushed

and flesh rotten surface?

Kushal Poddar, the author of 'Postmarked Quarantine' has eight books to his credit. He is a journalist, father, and the editor of 'Words Surfacing’. His works have been translated into twelve languages, published across the globe. Twitter-


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