snippetsA Poem by poddar kushalSNIPPET _I His dull scissors fell from a hand too old. The red dirt of a village road ahead. The village barber’s hairs flow in arid air Snippet - II The inventions of do-gooders to hair, skin, teeth Even age Lie on the dressing table with double mirror. She overlooks The creeping shadow of time on the pane.
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6 Reviews Added on April 20, 2008 Authorpoddar 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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