Missed Moment - Poem by Prathibha Nandakumar
Then he pulled me to him and started kissing
which was what I was hoping for and so things
happened and one led to another and finally
we were about to do it and the bell rang.
Have you ever tried to get dressed in one minute
and sit at the table, trying to look like you are deeply
(pun not intended) engrossed in solving the accounts
Bet he has, because when he walked in sheepishly
placing the files on the dresser asked if he should get the coffee
boss and walked out calling out to the nonexistent room boy
and we just sat there breathing deep, a sigh or just a bit of
irony playing its role in our lives and I kept thinking of the perfect
piece of beauty sculpted on his body which could have given me
the heaven and he sat staring at the scattered papers with numbers.
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