The Breeze has no Name
By Kushal Poddar
We name the hurricanes and columns of winds.
What will I tell this little breeze
who asks why we have
no name for it. It knocks down
a plastic tub and spilled
the ash I gathered from
the cremation and the stones
from the shore for a lean cactus.
The noise this wind makes
doesn't even stir my mother asleep
in the next room. A faint thunder
calls the wind back home.
By which name? It does not matter.
Rain washes everything away.
Kushal Poddar has authored ten books, the latest being 'A White Can For The Blind Lane', and his works have been translated into twelve languages, and he has been a sub-editor of Outlook magazine and the editor of Words Surfacing, and he does some illustrations and sketches for various magazines if you ask him, he will say that he gardens a growing up daughter.