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Colporteur<\/strong><\/p>\n He abandons his car where <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Born\u00a0 in a warm corner\u00a0 of India, a lone child and brought up with his shadow mates, Kushal Poddar<\/strong> (1977- ) began writing verses at the age of six. He adopted his second tongue as the language to dream on. Widely published in several countries, prestigious anthologies included Men In The Company of Women<\/em>, Penn International MK etc\u00a0 and featured in various radio programs in Canada and USA and collaborated with photographers for an exhibition at Venice and with performers for several audio publications .<\/p>\n He is presently living at Kolkata and writing poetry, fictions and scripts for short films when not engaged in his day job as a counsel\/ lawyer in the High Court At Calcutta. The forthcoming books are Kafka Dreamed Of Paprika<\/em> and A Place For Your Ghost Animals<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Colporteur He abandons his car where it exhausts all its motion. First of his disciple, a goat, takes a mouthful of handbills. Hours later he can hear all the literature rumbling. He converts a fence into a blur. A cloud into a roof ornament. Balls some words, sows them along a wall. On […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","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-8148","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8148","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=8148"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8148\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8150,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8148\/revisions\/8150"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8148"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8148"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8148"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nit exhausts all its motion.
\nFirst of his disciple, a goat,
\ntakes a mouthful of handbills.
\nHours later he can hear all
\nthe literature rumbling.
\nHe converts a fence into
\na blur. A cloud into
\na roof ornament. Balls some
\nwords, sows them along a wall.
\nOn a rock, sunny side up,
\nhe sits, pats the place beside,
\nsays, sit, son. The plants will
\ntake their sweet time to grow up.<\/p>\n