I Used To Dislike Eventide Sun sets the honey hive on fire.This is still earth, here,a little more ornate, a shade of bride-fresh. I cover my mother’s hand with mine,hers ever tinier, shrinking further,becoming those of my daughter’s,still large enough … Continue reading Poetry Drawer: I Used To Dislike Eventide: Gone River: A Tale From My Memory: On A Seismic Scale: Narrative by Kushal Poddar