I have a mouthful of breeze at one go
I know it is dinner time,
my body has been craving for more
Pining for the heat that soaked me all day
I now look forward to slouch myself into the arms of the night
It has been two weeks now since I heard the endless honking of the vehicles
The catfights in the nearby room, children play and climb over me to get their football
Only ambulances, police vans, buses and few riders pass through once a while
I lock my gaze for hours towards the sky,
Often craning my neck to see a soul walk by
I sit with the sparrows, who recite few tales at noon,
The evenings spent with company of branches who wake me up from my slumber
To play a duct game with me playing in loops
On my right, the guard seals the gates firmly
Though locked more often now, follows his habitual ritual daily
The families up in the building haven’t stepped out since long
I guess they prefer to stay put inside ,few have stocked up their food
I miss their daily banter after work, feels life has been put on snooze
On my left, the night has befallen on this space
The restaurant buzzling with energy has been silent
The chaotic parkings, the enigma of celebrations are some forgotten chapters
I peer towards the roof , through which I can see the kitchen mess
Staff who triumphantly manned the courtyard, invited the guests
Prepared elaborate meals on a daily basis that caught my attention every evening
Is on infinite standstill
They stand at distant , waiting for their turns
To have their small portions of dinner , leaning against the corners with sullen faces
I do not know how long will this go on
Obviously no one would bother to come near me
But I felt I need to do my bit
So, I navigate the breeze towards their way, sharing all I can to make them cheerful
and hopefully fill their hungry stomachs.
Copyright © 2020- 8th April by Elvira Lobo
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