Monday, June 17, 2013

Kush Arora- A Poem

We do not put the hurricane to trial

We who have lingered in the chambers 
of Mr. Gregor Samsa, where he lay dead 

turned into a monstrous vermin with 
an apple lodged in his back. We wouldn’t 

have known of it if Kafka hadn’t been 
unkind enough to make the world 

into a ball and roll it into Gregor’s 
room. Kafka, why did you? 

Bio: Kush is in his twenties. He has been writing poetry for five years. He is a Dylan-worshipper and a recent convert to the faith. A beer lover, he enjoys reading Bukowski and other contemporary poets. He works with a consulting firm in Bangalore, India.

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