Kidnapped
A bright blue sky extends a branch of magnolia
like the hand of God with bejeweled ring on fingers.
He lifts his head; serene eyes amazed, hand in dad’s hand.
It feels good and fresh to return home midst flavors, smells.
It feels special, piquant, different and unsure
when his friends look at a returned boy wanting to know.
To know? He can’t. He won’t tell stories. In what manner
can he unweave the knots in mind, the layered tale?
Kidnapped is the word. Abused? Is he? Gossips, stories
swarm and buzz like flies from gutters; they do disturb.
Dad has swapped the room for him; there’s a new color.
A shade of black lurks inside, yet. Yet dusk comes
fast and furious; descends upon hidden fears.
A spasm catches his little heart, throttles and chokes…
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


Comments: 41
Blessings and best wishes - S.
Makes me feel sort of...helpless, not knowing what you went through, not knowing what feelings are inside you, that maybe need to be laid outside your self, as you laid this expression outside for others to see and feel.
You have creative abilities that inspire me. I want more. I want the inside goods. Please.
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can he unweave the knots in mind, the layered tale?
How indeed? Very moving.....
like the hand of God with bejeweled ring on fingers.
The above lines are my favorite-THIS!