Valley of The Lost Planes, by Kushal Poddar

I am not a silent poet

Before the war and after

the paper planes nose dive

into the valley,

and history seems soporific;

 

almost never his begetter

reads the daily paper

to his mother kneading doughs;

no one cares, knows

where those paper planes go.

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Authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, ‘A Place For Your Ghost Animals, Understanding The Neighborhood’, ‘Scratches Within’, ‘Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems’, ‘Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems’ and now ‘Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel’ (Alien Buddha Press)

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