Deepak Chalise Poet Concrete

Perforation

Perforation.

“On the top what do you like”? She asked me.
“I don’t know”, I replied. 
At that time my reply appeared
Baked potato and chutney.
She grinned.
I asked, “To you”?
She replied, “um, me, love,
Who loves me a great, I like that.”
Our eyes met
Whether answer was there 
I don’t know.
Later she married with a foreign doctor.
I’m still thinking 
whether she found her loving destination.
One day I saw her
Alone in the market with a pram.
I stepped towards her in traffic jam.
Red light didn’t turn into green.
I remained awaiting a long perforation.

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Manmath Dalei April 27, 2016 at 7:01 AM Very intelligent write. Specially ending is very nice.............with love. Deepak Chalise April 28, 2016 at 5:28 PM Dear Manmath, Thank you very much for the kind reception and love.

Deepak Chalise February 2, 2014 at 9:16 AM Thank you very much for the kind appreciation for my poem. I presented it in a dialogue form. Heart aches when such composition takes birth.

Poet Destroyer A January 23, 2014 at 11:18 AM Hello Deepak, wow.... That's a long story wrapped up in such a short poem. In other words. I'm amazed of the hole left behind... It is a beautiful day, and that is the best thing we should all look forward in. A wonderful write... Thank you for the wonderful visit to my poem.. LINDA