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The Adventurers
by Kushal Poddar
It appeared without any warning
and no one told you about
the sigh stuffing your inside.
A disappointment.
You say- We reached the summit
and your wife grunts.
Imagine a dinosaur in the shades.
Imagine a face in the mountains.
A dull noise, your heart,
you hold your breath but it still throbs.
You say- We reached.
Again your wife grunts
as the sherpa kisses his axe
and down in the plains your cold bed stretches in summer.
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