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The heat from your tattoo

remains invisible,


and runs down your neck.


I open your skin

and roll them out both way,


as I promised.


The orange of the inside,


moves its stillness;

heads towards your finger’s tip


where it will be porous

and burn the city on my nail.

I still keep touching yours

waiting for the artist to sketch us


on a dome inside the godliness.



©All Rights Are Reserved By Kushal Poddar, 2011 (written on 7th September,2011)

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loves to write and read, dies to have your friendship.Here is my short bio:Kushal Poddar (1977- ) resides in the city of Kolkata, in the state of West Bengal, India. He began writing poems at the age of six in his vernacular Bengali. He begins pr

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