Soliloquy

An ode to 2005-06

In time, as the sun passed us by,
We waited for some of the butterflies

To settle before we set out south
As heard right from the horse’s mouth.

The walls- whitewashed and painted white
Had no shade to give us respite.

Moments passed by in all their glory
Revealing but some part of their story.

The flyover seems to be at rest;
In repose, weary-eyed at best.

There is no Sudha across the road;
Only Vimal smiles from its abode.

Naked without an end in sight;
The howling of the dogs at night.

Raj Stores; the countless books and pens;
Dipak, Akash and all the gems.

Love, or what seemed a lot like it;
Endured and survived bit by bit.

The blackberries that tainted blue
The earth with their virtuous hue.

The pug with a grimace like death,
Letting out a snarl under her breath.

May life ground away all the rest
From those who are already dispossessed.

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