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A Literary Magazine
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The Black Hole Syndrome
Kushal Poddar
A father's flesh and look are nothing.
He is the shape of benevolence
or the lack of it.
He is love. He is hate. He is the bread,
hushed red apple-ball and leather straps
of Freud.
I have an urn of ashes. It means not even
the choking mist if I drop it on the floor.
The way one makes paper planes
if I could craft a memory spaceship
it would traverse the void albeit it must find
a blackhole.
About the Author
Kushal Poddar, the author of Postmarked Quarantine, has eight books to his credit. He is a journalist, father, and the editor of Words Surfacing. His works have been translated into twelve languages, published across the globe.
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