Who goes?
Who knows!
A spy?
No! Why?
Then name yourself.
To frame myself?
You are to blame?
No, no. For shame!
Then why?
I’m shy.
You want something?
To see you sing.
I do not croon.
You speak too soon.
Away, away!
If so you say.
Again, you freak?
It’s been a week.
I still don’t sing.
Or so you think.
Go on, get out!
No need to shout.
Your nerve!
I serve.
Away!
Okay.
Why haunt me so?
I think you know.
It’s gone. Forgot.
I’m sure it’s not.
And risk all this?
Is this to miss?
It’s everything!
Or so you think.
Who are you, man?
I’m just a fan.
A ghost?
Almost.
Undead?
Not yet.
A voice?
A choice.
I will not croon.
Hmn. See you soon.
You here?
I hear.
Okay.
Okay.
You here?
I hear.
Okay.
Okay.
Hello?
…
You here?
…
I’ll sing.
…
You’ll hear?
…
I’ll sing.
…
Minakhi Misra 