Perforation
Perforation.
“On the top what do you like”? She asked me.
“I don’t know”, I replied.
At that time my reply appeared
Baked potato and chutney.
She grinned.
I asked, “To you”?
She replied, “um, me, love,
Who loves me a great, I like that.”
Our eyes met
Whether answer was there
I don’t know.
Later she married with a foreign doctor.
I’m still thinking
whether she found her loving destination.
One day I saw her
Alone in the market with a pram.
I stepped towards her in traffic jam.
Red light didn’t turn into green.
I remained awaiting a long perforation.
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