Airplane
The filtered light slices
her little finger,
part of her face.
She moves her neck
and say-
Do you see what I see?
I see an airplane’s fin
speeds through a dim and fluffy wave.
Some birds chase it into haze.
What do you see?
One day we shall ride a plane.
She says thrusting her chin upward.
The paddy field ripples ahead and behind.
I do not remember any home,
parents or being born.
She inked a face on my arm and said
that it birthed me.
I imagine coming out through some outline,
face, mouth, clouds
as an airplane we shall ride someday.
A native of Kolkata, India, Kushal Poddar (1977- ) writes poetries, fictions and scripts for television mini-series and is published worldwide. He is the author of All Our Fictional Dreams , and his forthcoming book is Five Poets.