The clothes remain
in the machine.
Vegetables stay in the stove
half boiled.
I am in the porch with
eyes wide open.
I travel through countries
and places where my boys are.
Play with their kids,
Talk with my sons who live
in different parts of the world
Paying visit take hours.
Back home from the sojourn
my spouse with his reading glass
peruses some documents.
I pass through in haste
to the kitchen and
laundry.
Everything is done.
Dinner is ready.
Table has been set.
The ironed clothes
find place in the almirah.
Courtesy my domestic staff.
Meenas Poems 