napowrimo – 2 april 2020- metaphor-barbed wire

Barbed Wire

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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