Entourage by Kushal Poddar

A sad man greets his sad entourage,
hookah bar, coiled smoke, motion sick sloth,
intentional delaying before home.
Fire burns again and again.

If you imagine Phoenix as revival,
think of the deaths it welcomes.
Imagine light. There exists
a dam and a turbine somewhere, toiling.

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