I stay home
watching the world
from within the house.
My rooms gain status,
the patio gently hosts me
in mornings and evenings,
The kitchen, feverishly drags me
and locks me up mercilessly
as I cook four times a day,.
The dining hall is gracious
as I sit dining lazily,
reading and chatting.
Unable to reject
my bed’s solicitations.
I go to her.
She rocks me to sleep
in the night, assuaging
my exhausted limbs.
The bright walls smile
the lovely furniture cajole,
the doors talk.
I hug the trees,
kiss the soil which
sustains me.
Meenas Poems 