EACH TIME I WANT TO DIE
Sailendra Narayan Tripathy
Each time I want to die
They laugh
Like they never laughed
Like wild
Telephones
ring like mad
All the
telephone – wires’ve gone haywire
For bare
fair arms
“I’been
thinking of you”
Roads are mad
One driving
Another on him
Two hearts
beating
One in the
front, one at the back
I can’t die