I open the iron gates –
a golden coloured cat with topaz eyes stares at me
the billowy shade of the tree with no name looks down at me
It asks me questions
I have no answers
bleached chairs bear the paw marks of time
the chewed away table lies in one corner –
the sky is a little less high today
it sits on my shoulder like my grey jacket
the drill machine in the adjacent
bores holes in the wall
bits and pieces of the cement
fly and sit on me.
Sunita Singh is a poet/writer/storyteller. Her poems and stories have been published in many e-zines, journals and anthologies. Her debut book of poems, 'Dance of The Flamingoes', has been published last year. She lives in Delhi and finds inspiration from nature.