The Return Call Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

In these parts of the world
When people leave...
They won't say that they are leaving.
They say I will be returning..

What diseased mind that to tell
Like this.
That someone will return.
One day.
Of diseased hope to carry on the soul.
To part with the deceased.
Some day.

The time in the mind tickles.
Raindrop trickles down the window pane.
Of some momentous waiting....
For that what we call
An answer.