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The Storm in My Black Belly by Bindu Saxena

When my lady held me ? I quivered with dread; I knew of the ordeal that stretched ahead?

She took me at the corner, she took me in the street; I followed her swamped in a sense of defeat.

She took me to the market, the pavement, the stall; I tested my patience ? no bicker, no brawl.

Invariably, too she would run into, ?a friend.? And launched into chatter that signaled no end;

Her fingers fluttered, she waggled her head, secured in her palm ? ?I wished I were dead!?

And though, to her, this was joy & delight; it filled me with stark & unreasoning fright.

The minutes & hours plodded painfully by; her endless chatters & my battery, continued to dry!

Left, Right and Centre my face got pinched ?until my lady?s ?DATE? was clinched!

She flew me skies, where I rested for a while; Network out, what a relief to my pout!

Here came Diwali. The fireworks, the celebrations , the lightings & thunder ..

For a friend anew, and Lo! Was I surrendered..

Back to Air Tel, from where had I come. Lay I appeased.

Quietly told myself & ceased ?