On a wintry Morn

 On   a wintry morn

,

Still inside the net, 

dark outside, downpour heavy,

ears  deafened by  banging doors,

some bold mosquitoes ringing

away from her claps, claps,

loud CLASPS perhaps, some

on her  knees,  subtle injection;

 

she thinks of milk man’s  ordeal

drenched rain coat,  satchel at door step;

if any happy TV flash  about school

holidays,  but ironically   exam time,

 after covid  just reopened; Covid’s  one face.

Still pouring beyond words, non stop,

still, not pliable roads haunting amidst.

 

She being caring housewife, wary

Reaches clock, needles rotating,

Sun or rain, what if for the machines;

Igniting gas her first step, blast

Of kitchen window gnawing her,

Inescapable for  cumbersome  routine,

She competes with rain, pour, flow,

 

all for family,  bond, wholesome

Nurture, thanking GOD for this boon.