POEM
One day evening a car
halted in front of our flats.
They must be man and
wife (may be) 
got out of the car 
with their belongings 
and the driver of the 
taxi helped them carry 
the belongings to their flat
which was lying vacant 
since a long time 
they entered the flat 
kept the windows open. 
The flat was already 
kept tidy and clean for them by the 
labourers of the 
owner. 
Everyday  barring Sundays
both woke down the stairs 
at sharp 9AM in the 
mornings and walked 
down the path to the station.
He was a ‘serious’ man and was reticent.
He remained talkative only towards the lady.
We, the occupants of the adjacent flats
tried in vain to befriend them 
but their answers 
were in monosyllables.
The man was tall, sturdy and healthy.
He was perfect match for the lady.
He was well-dressed and always wore
full-sleeved shirts
and the lady’s sartorial elegance 
was charming and attractive wearing
sleevless blouses. 
In the evenings 
with the street-lights 
they reached the flats
switched on the lights and fan.
They were in the
flat for nearly three years.
One day a taxi stopped 
in front of the building 
and both of them with 
their belongings 
stepped down the stairs 
and walked towards the car.
No idea, where they went.
Without bidding adieu 
to the occupants of the building.
And we were recounting that evening 
they reached the flat of our building.  
 
 
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