My Short Stories

Swished around in

the scorching pan

flamed by your love

my love

by the spatula of your commands

poked again and again by your demands

here I stand

tried to my bones

totally fried to my bones

ready to be peppered


and devoured whole.

Consume me away if you so wish,

with this hot cup of coffee, I made for you.

But for God’s sake break thy silence.

Speak up.

I want to help.

Tell me what the hell did I do this time – or did not.

Sundaram Chauhan

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