The sound of a bike
its roar and beat
does not wake me up
every morning.
Jaspal, a burly young
sikh comes speeding
in mid morning
at about eleven.
On Fridays he supplies
three bottles
does not turn up
till Monday.
He has been with me
for ten years. He forgets
at times. I call him.
Does not answer.
A fortnight back
he absented himself
for many days. Heard that his
number is not in service.
Worried, I let the days pass.
One fine day came to know
Jaspal has passed away,
He had cardiac arrest.
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