What will be
The psychedelic product
Of the gay numbers
When multiplied with each other

Over a table that is
Burdened by my fatal relationship
With a nightmarish pile of
Pages strung together

Which were imposed
Which have to be disposed
After months and months
Of ragging and raging.

Could I be more ignorant
Could I be more palpable
Could I be both, at the same time.
Let’s sit down
And talk it out

For it isn’t you who’s head
Is in a haywire today.
You just have to whip up
A little patience
A little more listening,
Like you did when I wasn’t home,
That other night.
-Kasturi Ghosh