Another day with rain
The sky has been falling down
since last Monday.
He brings the glass ashtray
kept on the porch.
It is sparkling, bathed, fresh.
“No cigarette.”
He promises the ashtray.
The waders fit.
Old raincoat has an aura
of forlorn grief ,
he dusts it; tries to appease.
An useless hike
down the slippery black roads
is the heart’s call-
how can he ignore?
He opens the doors.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


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