An Engagement Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni

The ringing of the phone
Alerted me
I needed warm water
That I could touch
And my finger would not burn
I have not had my bath
My skin itched
Warm water and soap
Will clean me I suppose
Soothe the burning sensation too
Then I would change into
Fresh kurta pyjama
And take you, my friend
To the Bokhara
Our favourite haunt
For a grand tandoori feast
Be ready by 7 o'clock
I shall reach your place
In my old car
For nearly one year
I haven't conversed with you
The brief talks we had
Hardly remembered
Were over the telephone
We could now tire out
While talking
I am coming
Do wait for me