The Drowning Monk

The monk drowns in his
burnt sienna kāsāya.
His brown hands holding
a bamboo leaf hat can be seen.
Somewhere a bird preaches about
the imperfections of silence.

Thirteen minutes climbing
will bring us the summit.
We find a spot where we
can shed our significance.

Below, the brunt sienna brook
gurgles a chant. The pebbles
of words too lose their importance.

Kushal Poddar is the author of Postmarked Quarantine has eight books to his credit. He is a journalist, father, and the editor of Words Surfacing. His works have been translated into twelve languages, published across the globe. Twitter: https://twitter.com/Kushalpoe. Read other articles by Kushal.