Poems by
Rajdeep Gupta

PCO Booth

a poem by Rajdeep Gupta

Is it eight now? Man I have to make a call!
Why won’t you wait for nine-thirty?
My dear the days have gone!
It’s PCO time, dear its PCO time.

Long distance calls are made in the yellow-red color,
With every pulse counting after 16 seconds.
‘Hello!’ it starts at six in the sun
Continues up to eleven in the dark.

People seem to make calls with ease,
Not forgetting their bill to pay,
The PCO owners get commission in scores,
So the telephone department takes revenge.

They have now taken steps to curb bills,
Why I don’t know, god knows.
PCO is great, but let’s make it proper
Speaking in it and not chatting with it.

Off to go, for have to make a call,
Why don’t I make now a two-rupee call?