A very old man writes a letter
To a lost address
Someone reads a pathological report of someone
Close and cries
Children ready for school
Await their bus
A woman learns to live alone
Befriends the idea of
Dying
Eyes find eyes to enact
Trapeze artists’ leap of
Faith and light up
A long distance call
To say nothing particular
And share so much
A shrink remembers her face in the mirror
A naxalite and a cop wake up
Next to their guns
A Kashmiri sits with other Kashmiri
On a bench of street side bakery
Sips tea and talks of the UN resolution
A topless can-can dancer
Removes her make up
And can’t smile
A z category security soldier in his
Bedroom can’t make love
A dictator’s hand for once shakes
Not much blood though
On his shaving razor
A postman delivers a Money order
To ancient people
A nibbled World Bank biscuit reaches
The poster boys of African poverty
Treadmills have their own life
Their own journey
Their own tales of fat women’s struggle and tales of quests
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