Ennui
This
August-afternoon,
On the roof,
Of a suburban house,
Stands—
A young housewife,
Leaning out,
Clasping the balustrade,
Staring at the traffic
On the serpentine highway,
With eyes vacant;
A white pigeon
Dives into an empty
Balcony,
The doors closed,
Of a top floor-flat,
Still locked in a building,
Few Km away,
The pigeon fluttering
In the damp air,
Of that enclosed little space;
In another room,
Another place,
An empty chair,
Reminds painfully,
The present viewer
Of its earlier
Occupant,
Now gone forever;
A hungry dog,
Chases a startled
Cat,
Across the damp street
On this lazy
Saturday afternoon,
Etched out boldly,
Against a grey sky,
Threatening rain.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
The everyday world consists of isolated dots that poets join up and make patterns from.Sunil’s poem exemplifies the poet’s art,solving existential puzzles by helping the reader make sense of the incomplete and random phenomena that we often fail to notice.