engage in a dialogue
with him. Spontaneity, is his strength,
Has multiple excuses in stock, all
coveted lies.
The belongings, of my parents
the meanest to the mightiest
remain undivided for 18 years.
I believe with strong suspicion,
Pal, who lives in the sprawling house.
says cupboards are locked
does not know where the keys are.
he just occupies the rooms.
I listen to him with disbelief
Clearing his throat, he tells demurely
“most of the expensive ones —–“
searching for words he extends,
I butt in ” expensive ones! where are they”?
He speaks aloud, “gone, gone,” looks
at the sky, sobbing he cries
“where I do not know?”
Baffled by his outcry, I freeze.
Pal has connived with either the one
or the other, could be the rest of my siblings too,
divided the valuables leaving me none.
The rosewood almirahs, the wall mounted teak
ones stare at me, appear as though they
want to reveal what transpired.
They breathe life while Pal stays wood like.
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