Cross Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Not to let the driver wait too long
At Mumbai airport in the night
I rang up wife to tell of delay
And she should tell driver.

She wants to calculate, and say
“Till midnight, it won’t reach”.

I explained, “Don’t do that;
If he comes late, I have to wait.
Just tell him that it is delayed
To 9 40 at Chennai”. But she
Is impatient, and not listening
To the end of my sentence, says
Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye and disconnects.

I know she love me a lot,
But across misty spaces
Of anger, now and then:
More often, of late.

D T Joseph
02.02.08