Grandfather's Clock
/In her twenties
your daughter leveled with me,
"Uncle, I'll never desire a baby."
I knew why,
and why her dinghy gybed
away from you,
and, although the race of time
would not medal you a win,
why you lurched and chased her.
Tonight when you call,
"I have a grandchild."
I listen to our archaic repeater;
a slow car honks;
night writhes as crickets bore
a million fervor on its mouth.
By Kushal Poddar
From: India
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