Tired Quarantine Letter to the Daughter

By Kushal Poddar

For awhile I write nothing, desire
to record a voice that my daughter
may hear year far-flung in a manner
I cannot imagine today.

Then what I may say that makes mistakes
explained, mysteries exhumed, kites flown
over a overbridge whose string might slash truths
speeding beyond my understanding, our comprehension!

Today the rainwater drainage gurgles
midst an arid run of weather. The bed
she sleeps in can be seen through a screen-door
I don't open, feel no power to push.
The kite in the sky is yellow and green.
Not that this matters, conveys a sign.
I commence recording. When she may listen
it should entomb silence of a falcon flying
at a distance one sees but fails to adhere
to its ague.

A poet and a father, Kushal Poddar, edited a magazine - ‘Words Surfacing’, authored seven volumes of poetry including ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, 'A Place For Your Ghost Animals', 'Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems' and 'Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel'. Find and follow him at https://www.amazon.com/Kushal-Poddar/e/B07V8KCZ9P.