week end – Meenas Poems

It was in the evening

the city was teeming

as people went shopping

being a week-end

this being a trend

when people go about swiftly

buying things rather quickly

the groceries being bought

the vegetables and fruits being procured

with that goes the shopping

then comes the home coming

which involves a relax and a retiring

getting refreshed for the week day

as the days involve work without any play

making man an idiot and a slave at the same time

as he is running after money all the time

needed to sustain him and his family all through

Talking to my children over the week ends

has been my routine for years together

I talk to them without an end

not knowing what way to end altogether

but keeping awake all of us for hours

as one lives in the north in a time zone

whilst the other in the south with another time ever

with the variations of morning and evening alone

the last one living in the middle almost same time as mine

as both of us live around the tropics in tone

we go on talking apart from the time with shine

away from the time, beyond the time in glue

with a giggle and a chuckle all through

with tears and a weep while coming to a close

brushing aside the tears that trickle down true

hanging up with the anticipation of resuming in the next week-end

our life has been going about with talking and seeing over the net

very much assuaging and comforting to a great extent in a trend

though not as reckoning of the physical touch and proximity

that had been denied to us by living miles apart in frequency.