I could not sleep
In the night, dear,
Said the old man
To his coughing wife,
—Although she had not asked the why? He decided to explain anyway
On that foggy day, amidst the silent fir trees, and phantom villages—
I tried to recall the name of
The younger brother of my
Child-hood friend that I have left
Behind in that dusty old town
In the North,
Some thirty years ago,
I could never find him or
His younger brother there,
During my subsequent visits,
Becoming rare and rarer,
Till I
Finally stopped
Going altogether!
What does it matter?
Asked the spouse,
A tad irritated,
When it is the popular culture;
A lot, dear, a lot,
Said the old man,
Tone suddenly strong,
ME, at least,
A lot!

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About Sunil Sharma

Sunil Sharma is Mumbai-based senior academic, critic, literary editor and author with 22 published books: Seven collections of poetry; three of short fiction; one novel; a critical study of the novel, and, eight joint anthologies on prose, poetry and criticism, and, one joint poetry collection. He is a recipient of the UK-based Destiny Poets’ inaugural Poet of the Year award---2012. His poems were published in the prestigious UN project: Happiness: The Delight-Tree: An Anthology of Contemporary International Poetry, in the year 2015. Sunil edits the English section of the monthly bilingual journal Setu published from Pittsburgh, USA: For more details, please visit the website:

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