Updated: Apr 1
One listless and long afternoon
When eyelids refused to doze off,
A crow cawed in a shrill voice,
A black dog with white patches
Stealing a respite on the lap of earth.
The iron railings with straight spikes
Is colored chalky;
Few bricks by the roadside
Waiting to be assigned
For some tasks undisclosed.
The newly leveled lane
Stands empty and desolate;
A biker with a mask on
At once darts by
Leaving a trail of smoke.
A maid draped in a cotton saree
Clipping clothes at a stretch
As she wrings them for a while;
A white fleecy cat creepily searches
For food or maybe some mischief.
Chunks of paints, peeling off
Narrating worn-out tales;
Drops of newly painted windows
Still visible on sunsets
Draws my attention, as I ruminate.
Afternoons pass by in indolent ways
I mostly manage to sleep through
While sometimes wide awake
I meditate upon the workings
From my half-opened window.
#This poem has been inspired by one afternoon spent in Kolkata while I lay awake in bed. As I stared through the window, I observed these activities as they went on...
By Nandini Sengupta