Poor Connections Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Mr. Saha

Of late, I do not see him -
a morning person
he used to smile at me,
exchange pleasantries,
proceed towards the market
at a uniform pace.
Where is he now?

Boys

In the afternoon,
those boys in uniform,
their wet shirts,
descending eyebrows -
walk towards the school bus,
routine and examinations,
to run in the sun.

Dog

It must be quite old.
In a group of dogs
it behaves like a philosopher.
It does not run after food or...
Often sleeps with eyes closed.
People walk by -
the dog doesn't even look at.

Pump

Kirloskar -
a good brand,
one knows by the rhythm,
reasonable energy consumption,
in recent times, its sound
no longer sinusoidal -
sometimes stops.