They all pester me with
their questions.
How did it happen?
Do you know her?
Is she the one?
And what not…..!!!
In a poetic frustration
I answer:
She created History
When she called
After decades of cold
war
On my phone.
I picked up the call.
And it all started.
To cut it short:
It was a conspiracy
through radio waves.
A well-planned coup
Against the
dictatorship of facades.
First, Breath committed
suicide.
Then, the entire technology
of the Soul faltered.
I lost the beloved land
of my skin.
My senses are still
casualties.
So please
leave me
alone.
How did it happen?
It happened because
of her one casual sentence:
They all get ready to
script it.
“How are you?”
They look at each other
in amazement.
And disappointingly
say:
This won’t sell
Let’s go.
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