Mamta Kalia
Mamta Kalia
Mamta Kalia
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Said—I used to love this man.<br />
Had got his letter only yesterday,<br />
He wanted to say so many things to me.<br />
That man, was as if listening to everything.<br />
As if it was only sleep that he had<br />
fallen into, on that street.<br />
He wanted to narrate the cause of his death.<br />
He did not want people<br />
to have misconceptions<br />
about him after his death.<br />
Just then, came an old man<br />
from some far-off land<br />
and said—this is my son.<br />
I knew he would not be<br />
able to survive in this world.<br />
That dead man on the street<br />
came back to life for a while.<br />
Shook hands with his friend,<br />
kissed the woman<br />
and greeted his father<br />
with folded hands.<br />
Said he—please go home<br />
and live in peace.<br />
Look, I am not dead yet.<br />
And the man became immortal<br />
as soon as he said that.<br />
April-June 2010 :: 59