Parich-chedayak

Parich-chedayak

All letters sent
Dutifully
Carry a line or two of a
Weather-report.

Empty, not discontentedly
Days pass. Going back is,
Something to say, to her
And him, them all—
Difficult.

This heater warms the room
And then goes out, uncaring
Two speed element. She requires
Constant attention.

I can’t, should I?
Leave—

Chapati clocks of three years,
I am not now, as once I was.

Away from the red paan,
mystics and cave-eyes,
Now I go.
To weather-lined letters,
They say I’m going home.

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