a poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

‘I have undergone surgery.
You are interacting with an actress.
Go to hell!’

‘She came in my life before you.
As she opted for a separate career,
my parents rejected her
and fixed my marriage with you.
She has paid the bill of the hospital…’

‘I want to die.’

‘For what reason!’

The actress entered,
‘Let me die for both of you
to make your love immortal
as I am the friend of both.’