a lost poem. marked calcutta, india. returned to sender. no such city. no such place

hijacked by a poem
as urgent as a sneeze,

about an NRI with the latest model camera
with eyes blurry with apparent sympathy

molesting the personhood of the semi-nude sleeping rickshaw puller
who had called time out from his justanotherordinaryday

he scribbled frantically on a plastic bag
hiding under the stairs, with a spider peering over his shoulder

the bag was lost like a baby
which had climbed into someone else's basket in a railways station

the poem belong to calcutta
the said there was no such place

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