Tell me, tell me what did I do Pinter
that you are playing with me like this?
Was I wrong in choosing you as my mate?
Or were you too Pinteresque to be with me?
You showed me the world of symbolism
And exposed me to the unexposed
You laid open the kaleidoscope of mind,
And made me read the colours
You taught me how to play with words,
And understand its permutation-combination
You shared with me
Your dirty secrets of language
Then, what happened ?
Suddenly, you have abandoned me???
Why can’t I understand the same words
Which once showed me universe of existential crisis
Why do I suffer from your linguistic crisis?
Why these pauses and silences
are silent on me ?
Why from your mate you have turned me into a character of your play ?