Morient - Kushal Poddar
The vermin, amort, perchance
thinks not in human course, not
about the tingling raced through
its system in its youth,
nor about the valedictory bite of rot
it dined upon and let the poison settle.
Nearby a feline seeks sleep through licking
its paws. The gong in the temple
strikes out every hour previous.
Blackness before the nigror. (C) Kushal Poddar, 2019