MYSTERIOUS MAN

POEM

Day in and day out

he keeps on walking

briskly inside the

hall of his house.

He never sleeps

it is alien to him

and sleeplessness is his

intimate friend.

Still he remains energetic and

the word tiredness and

is never seen in his dictionary.

Even while the world is asleep

he remains awake, walking  to and fro.

Like unrolling  a carpet

the waves of a violent

sea one after other

lash the rocks near the sea-shore,

-          his mind.

But for a few unavoidable occasions

he is busy with

his walking to and fro inside the hall

of his house.

His wife after each day’s household chores,

espies his brisk walk and facial expressions

and sweating sturdy body

while slumping into the bed.

Whenever she badly needs proximity

he could read her mind and ‘hunger’ in her eyes

he like a machine throws himself into the bed

and  makes her feel ecstatic

and satiates ‘hunger in her eyes’.

The man, virtually a machine

still remains a mystery to her

but never divulges

the matter to anyone.....