Beyond Metro Limits

I beg your forgiveness, I did it only because I was coerced to

and though you make this seem like betrayal,

I would still consider us friends

 

would you still condemn my transgression

when you see that the closest in Patel Nagar is 

a piece of shit, a dilapidated hag whose

doors you enter as Perseus did the gorgon lair

where comfort and loot are never available 

where I am refused two cool minutes of rest

even before I try to get my sweat

 

I would still consider us friends because

would you tell me, teller, that you cannot

find it in your soul to pardon my actions?

would you tell me there is nothing there

but a binary world of black and white?

 

I have been forced into the arms of others

time and again, imagine the fees

do you not remember, my sweet

your so-called comrades steal extra ‘fees’

when the deal goes over ten thousand rupees?

 

hear me, and hear me clear

I’d see the world burn to use you

to see our matching sigils

ensconced in a loving embrace

paradise would avert its eyes in shame

to the pleasure I gain when 

your depths cling and draw my 

sacred plastic 

into your boxy body 

 

but let it not be said I neglected my part

I’ll find you next time, wait for the queue to depart 

so you never have to say it again

so I never wake up to a message that read

‘You transacted at a non-ICICI Bank ATM. You could also use ICICI Bank ATMs for your transactions. Click to locate ICICI Bank ATMs.’



Abhiram (@kalraavn) is an Indian writer and communications specialist based in Norwich, England. He is currently an MA Prose Fiction candidate at the University of East Anglia; and his work can be found at Proseterity, Monograph, and The Armchair Journal.