the wolf (crescendo of silver)A Poem by poddar kushalThe wolf (crescendo of silver)She knows by the flight of homing birds Her hunger will grow to reach the nails. The tingling nails will curl to seek preys. She looks at the streak of trees doused in The liquid crescendo of silver. Moon barks out at the sad bluish earth! She crawls towards the lake on the plain. Hunger and hunger extending roots… She hunts for her life. But the bullet that Enters in her head Is for sick men’s’ game. Silver quivers on the dirty lake.
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Added on March 9, 2008Authorpoddar kushalkolkata, India, IndiaAboutlife and trying to earn bread made me an advocate. mad at my own stressful self, turned to writing. poems mainly. but, there are several short stories published in my mother toungue 'bengali'.i live i.. more..Writing
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