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Airplane<\/strong><\/p>\n The filtered light slices <\/p>\n <\/p>\n A native of Kolkata, India, Kushal Poddar<\/strong> (1977- ) writes poetries, fictions and scripts for television mini-series and is published worldwide. He is the author of\u00a0 All Our Fictional Dreams<\/em> , and his forthcoming book is Five Poets<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 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\u2019s fin speeds through a dim and fluffy wave. Some birds chase it into haze. What do you see? One day we shall ride a […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4901","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4901","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4901"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4901\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4904,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4901\/revisions\/4904"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4901"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4901"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4901"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nher little finger,
\npart of her face.
\nShe moves her neck
\nand say-
\nDo you see what I see?
\nI see an airplane\u2019s fin
\nspeeds through a dim and fluffy wave.
\nSome birds chase it into haze.
\nWhat do you see?
\nOne day we shall ride a plane.
\nShe says thrusting her chin upward.
\nThe paddy field ripples ahead and behind.
\nI do not remember any home,
\nparents or being born.
\nShe inked a face on my arm and said
\nthat it birthed me.
\nI imagine coming out through some outline,
\nface, mouth, clouds
\nas an airplane we shall ride someday.<\/p>\n