Rotten luck
Follows me around.
The other day,
At the airport waiting lounge,
While trying to drown
My impatience,
In deafening,
Mp3 versions
Of my favourite music,
An announcement of a flight,
To your city,
Surreptitiously slipped in,
Between two songs,
Robbing me off the simple pleasure,
Of knowing,
That I'd be home soon.
© 2009 Rituparna Das
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