Knock, Knock, continuous
tapping on the door
every morning, keep
me on toes.
The day starts with gentle rap
it is my maid Sumathy
Her smile enlivens, her maturity
A deafening tap. it seems
the doors will give off. Velu.
who irons my sarees thunders in.
Enacts a dramatic greeting.
A pause, I return to the door
responding to a soft knock.
one that is similar to a chirp.
gentle and subdued
My gardener Krishna walks proudly
carrying baskets of tomatoes,
brinjals and cucumbers, happiness
writ large on his face,
Little later, the driver
barges in. His two-wheeler
hiccups, coughs, belches
before it comes to a stop,
Quick, he is at the door. before
he could rap, I give the car keys,
he salutes me in all attention
a semblance of a military sepoy.
The day commences in a startle
my assistants attend to their duties,
I doze off peacefully, stacking my keys
under the pillow. A safety measure