Kushal’s evocative poem on DifferentTruths.com captures autumn’s inexorable decay, whispering fears of loss amid falling leaves and fleeting light.
To Jack Foley
My slightly senior friends
fall one by one, all.
I ask the Autumn's leaves,
"Which ones are you?"
The bounty of colours
on the ground scares me.
The park extends its periphery,
push it to the road, high street,
to the steps of my house.
The coldest shadow in it
holds heaps of the dead moths.
I ask the trace of the light,
"Will you return?" "Oh, yes,"
You say on its behalf.
Picture design by Anumita Roy
Kushal Poddar, the author of ‘A White Cane for the Blind Lane’ and ‘How to Burn Memories Using a Pocket Torch’, has ten books to his credit. He is a journalist, father of a four-year-old, illustrator, and editor. His works have been translated into twelve languages and published across the globe.
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