15th January, 2001 | 9:15 – 9:25
She sighed as he came in –
panting – perspiring –
With wildly pulsating hearts,
they groped, they clutched
at whatever they could;
she was moaning
by the time they were done.
The doors appeared to jerk down –
there was a wild, animalish movement.
A volley of shots – bang! bang!
Both let out a deep sigh of pain,
and looking into each others eyes,
The poem, written while travelling in a train from Lucknow to Delhi, tells the story of a man who is trying to run away from goons, reaches home, and with his beloved tries to collect whatever they could so they could take the flight to safety – but is too late.