She’d stayed in
Pretending
The key was lost.
He’d sat still
Tea cup steamed
Fogging sense.
She writhed free
Dress hitched
Revealing that.
He leaned forward
Narrowed his eyes
Till eyelashes touched.
She made herself
A cupful of frenzy,
Unheeding.
His morning cup
Of tea crashed and broke
Unheard.
1 comment:
don't want to sound like the culture critics from desh or even the TOI here at Kolkata, but you do go from strength to strength. It is a pleasure to read you.
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