He waits
Coughing old man,
Waits patiently,
This side of the
Marital/martial bed
—As wide as the Australian continent—
Mid-night hour,
The way
A young bride waits,
Half-asleep,
Half-awake,
In the 3-room condominium
For her
Man to return
From a swanky
MNC office in
Congested
Gurgaon,
Bangalore,
Or,
Mumbai;
Or,
A sick patient,
Her dour doctor,
First thing,
In an
Overcrowded Delhi
Municipal hospital,
On a bitter
January-morning!
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The poem shows the reader tiny, but not insignificant moments that are microcosms of our everyday and of a much broader picture.