The dry noise of the tearing paper.
The coughing car engine running beside.
Slam! And off to work.
Six O’clock and a warm bath.
O god! It’s all over!
The bell never rings, the phone never bells-
But the alarm clock shudders.
Six O’clock and off from bed,
And office work beckons.
Shit! The car in taken ill
And the bus is an idiot-
But I might see a pretty face!
-5/2/2000, Calcutta- 63