Wednesday

Five times I kissed beneath her ear and
touching the yellow egg with my fingers
reached the ladder resting against the wall.
After the mass moan I felt I was exhausted
and couldn't fancy a sixth spot for kissing.

What was easy to do? When I asked her this
she began pointing out the qualities of the
Arabian horse. Excited, I began counting to
deliver some suitable Durvasa-curse* to the
women passing by. When I was contented -
right then did I write 532 on a piece of paper
and put it in my shoe.

The early man severed woman from his limbs.

Man Man Man Man Man Man Man Man Man Man
Man Man Man Man Man Man Man Man Man Man
Man Man Man Man Man Man Man Man Man Man
Man Man Man Man Man Man Man Man Man Man
Man Man Man Man Man Man Man Man Man Man
Man Man Man Man Man Man Man Man Man Woman

When I gave her a close look I felt she was
talking of February Thirty. But I was assured she
wouldn't get metamorphosed. Waiting in the can
of love-trash, this. My muttering turned her to a
mere trunk. Where was it that I could kiss?


Soumitra Mohan

*An ancient Indian sage infamous for being grossly short-tempered.