HER LUNCH TIME GUESTS

In the new house
in the faraway city
what she missed most
was her lunch time guests.
At the old house
during lunch time
they made it a point
to visit her fluttering
wings chirping.
Everyday she would distribute
rice among them
which they emptied
then looked at her
with gratitude
and would fly away
to some unknown place :
From where they came from
where they went after
visiting, all remained a
mystery to her.
Language of the birds
and language of human
beings entirely different
still she could decipher
something, if not all
from their body language
an chirpings.
The day the decision to
shift residence to
a new apartment in the city
the first thing that
entered her mind was
her lunch time guests.
Their everyday visit
at lunch time,
their flapping wings, chirpings all
missing her was
something unbearable to her.
But she had to learn
with the new circumstances
and she had to part
with them.
On the very first day
at the new apartment
during the lunch time
a gnawing pain needled
her when the memory of
her lunch time guests
visited her.
‘They would come one day
in search of me’
she would whisper to herself
and she awaits…..