my home lies leewards
the way birds fly at Sunset
somewhere over the horizon
lies my humdrum world
where the maid has not dusted properly
pyjamas on the floor
books strewn around...
he has left his spectacle by the phone
will claim he's misplaced it of course
the cook has forgotten to turn off the gas
yes, and does the plumber really know his job??!!
the dog has walked across the just-swiped floor
and I! I have yet to have my bath and do puja!
yes, somewhere leeward lies my home...
my humdrum miniscule life magnified out of proportion
it's time to move it all to the back of my mind
the big things...they can wait too
far away from home, in this land of plants and trees
besides the still green lake, my mind is at peace.
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