~ a gEt-T0gEthEr .....!!

Death is thick in the air.
Phones
of the city
come together.


A sahib says tearfully:
See his face
looks as if I call him 
he will wake up.


Some responsibly people
speak with responsibility
'What time will the body be lifted?'
'Get some stale curd'
'Tell them to see his face for the last time'
'Wait for another flight from Uganda,
some people might come.'


A car has stopped out side.
All the faces turn;
the wailing which had died down
rises again.....!!