A little while from now
I would not hear in all
the quarrels of my maids
the blames with a spitefulness
the shouts of my cook for nothing
his stealthy withdrawals seen and unseen
the worldly advice of my driver to all around
preaches he with a force never practises
the divine communique of my watchman
who links every event to the Lord
says he that God made them all
the screech of the vehicles
plying up and down the road
know not where they go
and for what they go
turning next door, I hear
the blindfold recitation of children
with the teachers at the top of their voice
teach alphabets in a tone monotonous
while numbers one, two and three etc
come in a sequential flow
the hawkers cry calling out
banana, banana, orange oranges
till their voice turns hoarse
going to go away from this place of sound
away from the hustle and bustle
far away for a fortnight on to the wilderness
have to go without the usual used surround
I am going to miss them all obviously
a yearning almost for a time from now
Oh! am I going to miss you for long?
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