The Mumbai evening lingers
like that latch-key kid
on the cold threshold
of the semi-shut door
of the neighbours
busy with their soap,
the tiny steps unsure,
eyes appealing gently
to the viewers;
while a raven unsettled
by the blast from a hurtling bus
settles down on the sill a few inches away,
scaring the solitary figure,
while darkness deepens around
and wind moans in the narrow corridor.
Lovely poem which catches my attention on the spot, well penned.
Intense!
Thanks dear friends Pramila and Elizabeth.
An unerring eye for minute details. Loved it !
Thanks Vijay.
Beautiful and lingers for a long time
Thanks.