Nupur Chaturvedi

Our love is banal.
We kiss, practiced kisses,
Then we lie down,
Undress, sometimes not completely,
Do what we have to, in ten minutes,
And sleep.

In the morning,
Milkman,
Newspaper,
Maid,
The children wake up.
Breakfast, as we all rush out.

In the evening, vegetables in one hand,
You enter, tired, hungry,
But pull out from your bag
A print-out of a mail,
A forwarded joke,
Just to make me laugh.
Our love is banal.