POEM
Back home
after a tight schedule
in the office
she used to reach home
tired and exhausted.
She would
go straight to her
private room
changed her clothes and
would wear a white nightie
her favourite colour.
After having a hot tea and snacks
she would go to
her beautiful garden
where with the onset of evening
the flowers would start
to fade away like
her tired face
which would push her to the den of gloom.
She would begin
watering the plants to
revive and rejuvenate them
a delightful job she liked and loved always…
After watering the plants,
she would climb up the ladder
and reach the terrace
start walking to and fro
enjoying the landscape
and the warm red circle
about to take a bath
in the western horizon
vehicles speeding in
opposite directions
the familiar and unfamiliar faces
and a face she wouldn’t
forget till she breathed her last
about which she hid from
her father, mother and siblings.
Today
the home is not there
the garden is virtually absent
no one knows where all went
all seemed an enigma.
The spring season
began somewhere in her life
ended somewhere to
the disappointment
and frustration all in
the neighbourhood though
her family kept away from all in
the neighbourhood…..
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