Is it really possible
to twist fate
when it's clear
that rivers only flow
in one direction?
Far above the ground
at approximately 15,000 ft above
you look down from
Seat 22C and notice
the brown river veins flow
High from a spate of anger
emancipated a woman she is
she chooses to be right
and makes the stride towards the door
and doesn't look back
Yet she knows she will regret
when she sits alone
in the dining room gloom
Staring at pots potted last Deepavali
Dead.
