In the good old backyard
Of mine in the village.
Nothing is in order.
Things lying around,
In their own emptiness,
Try to ooze life somehow.
The swish of wind,
Clips on the cloth line dangle.
To which the yellow
Marigolds rhyme in sync.
Crows caw from the
Eucalyptus.
Torn saree stuck in
The fence flutter and
The the periwinkles
Dance in style.
A broken chair and
Handicapped cot observe
This from where they sit.
The water pipe unevenly folded
Lies around with the broom
Like they're on a blind date,
To this concert.
Then there's a wooden log,
Paint-can, coconut husk and
A gunny bag full of trash.
A big water tank,
Then the water cans
And buckets.
Joining in as a family.
Washing brush, surf,
A dishwasher and a small
Stool on the marble slab.
The coterie glancing around
Enjoying the dusky sky.
In a shocking sort of awe
A hornbill comes hooting to
Relax in the crown of
The tamarind tree.
And like hell, the broken
Bicycle in the corner must be
Wishing for a bit more life to
Enjoy this evening's..
Symphony.