Poems by
Sanjukta Dasgupta


a poem by Sanjukta Dasgupta

We have a PC now
A washing machine
A fax-modem
A micro-wave
A cell phone just booked.
How about you Jones?

Jones wiped his Rayban with Kleenex
Jones tapped his Lexus bonnet
Jones in Pierre Cardin armour and Armani aroma
Entered his art gallery, sorry, living room
Chippendale and Ming beamed.
Crystal trolley with chilled champagne and cut glasses