A Halo- rainbow around my sins
For Robert Frede Kenter
A halo-rainbow surrounds my sins,
its glow almost motherly callous
and concerned as if she stands in
our longevous balcony and see
us playing soccer in the street
without watching us, and hence we
can be the truants from good behaviour,
moral language.
I blink. I cannot remember a rainbow
in my life let alone a halo around the sun.
I murmur, “Forgive me for leading
a monochrome life.” Cold breeze
feels for my pulses, touches my neck.
“Am I alive?” I desire to ask and decides not to.
The grass smells of a memory falling
from a great height, from the parapet of Eden.
The air thronged with the particles
reminds me of how the crows circle and scream
when one of them falls. Light has fallen.
It is sundown soon. I can call you Rob
and say, “Slainté Mhaith.” or hear
the sobbing water of a lake nearby.
©2023 Kushal Poddar All rights reserved.
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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