Thursday, 26 August 2021

The fall of a phone by Minu Jasdanwala

There was a man and a lady.

The lady knew Science and the man knew the words.

Long age distance lay between them like man 

on the earth and the cuckoo bird 

on the Asopalava tree top. 



One day the man called me with broken voice 

from his broken phone. 

‘Sir’, said he. ‘My lady fell my phone.’



‘Young man’, said I. 

‘Worry not. When glory, men and nations have 

brutally fallen by the tender charms,

when you have fallen in and for her,

why pity the fall of the phone ?’

Its dents are lesser than yours.



He hung up on me

and it was never known if he

then smiled or wept.

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