Bloody
From three o’clock in the predawn
haze I stay awake thinking about
how not to make my colonoscopy
a Tarantino movie.
These days it is never too early
or too late for the news to break.
I kill a mosquito only after it has
a bellyful. Is that twice the sin?
My blood and others’ remain
on my left arm, on my right palm.
I wash those and drink more water.
The square of light from the neighbour’s
window clears its throat to lighten up the tense dark,
and before the onslaught of the daylight.
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 an editor. His works have been translated into twelve languages and published across the globe.
