The Epilogue Poem by Diptesh Augustine Sarkar

I saw:
Her alone
sitting on the bed
hunch-back
eleven O'clock at night
on her lap the Bible lay open
she was poring heavily.

I recalled:
Those many evenings
seated across the table
her insinuating smiles
and Song of Solomon
lying open
before us...

The room was locked from inside
I had seen her through the window.
(19th October 2000)