With his steely eyes, colder than the winter night
He left the room, absorbed in his laptop
Without any promises to be back
Before the sun
She, lying on the creasy bed
Tucked in her fur blanket
Opened and closed her eyes
Attentive to the clock
“Hi” a familiar sound wave at the main gate
Struck her ears, quivering
Postponing her reply, she rushed to the car
“Hurry up kids, you are getting late from school.”
“Honey, Let’s talk at tea in the evening”
He left for his full-time home, Office.
15 minutes at tea time or it was wind?
Bills, home repairs, and kids
Glad to mother little monsters,
Who every other day,
Ecstatic over their school grades,
Returned home crowned with trophies
They grew taller than she was
“Can I go back to school?
Or, look for a job? ” She thought aloud
“It’s up to you, baby”, smiled the partner
“What a perfect life!
Everything is up to me…
Days and Nights dance on my fingers
Over the axis-free earth.”