Time's doings
Adjusting my pillow cover
Viewed my surroundings,
my sofa and entrance
with a strange look;
curiosity enters now
for I entered the house
after a long gap;
when I was with mother,
a togetherness strange
struck both of us;
partial imagination,
partial real;
I loved the house
in the shape of a cake,
which imitated my mother’s
art and handicraft;
anything past like that
of Charles Lamb,
clock ticks mechanically
doing its duty;
we all do our doings
in a mechanical way;
Time is a big chasm
Carving our future,
We have to wait
For a turn