Please tell me Khushwant Singhji
Have you really gone or,
Played a prank on us, for,
You ring the bell of memory
Without a prior appointment.
And creep into my thoughts to
Have, imaginary chats with me;
You laugh at my naughty jokes,
Which, as always,
Fills me with elation.
You flow with the ink of my pen
On virginal white pages and I
Imagine you say with a chuckle
That, it is the penis and not the pen
That takes the virginity of virgins.
It is your appreciation I crave
When my musings are published,
It is your opinion I seek in matters
Private and public and wonder
How you would have reacted
To my new identity of a widow
What witticism you would have
Uttered to outrage, shock and set
Matters, in their right perspective.
-Amrinder Bajaj
