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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