A Loner Poem by Ajit Das

A Loner



A chair with a desk, a divan and a bed in the room -
I spend most of my time sitting or relaxing on them.
Early sun throws patterns on the wall, then draws out;
a gloomy shade fills the space, hangs on till weak rays
lazing on the decor disappear in the evening mist.

In between I sit on the balcony, looking at the traffic,
its ebb and flow on the street, listening to a bird
chirping from the tree on the lawn, a lone reminder
of vegetation amid the insolent rise of naked concrete
blocking bounty of nature, vision of the skyline afar.

Sometime I go out, take a stroll in the nearby park,
make a few essential purchases, occasionally visit
a friend for old time’s sake or keeping me update;
nothing exciting – rather a sedate routine, and then
shuffling back to the room, loneliness steering at.

Why this ensconcing yourself as a recluse!
Come out; see how the day marks its arch through
white haze, mid-day blaze, deep russet before it ends.
Green wavy carpet afield, blue expanse of the sea,
a tiny flower braving elements on a cliff: all beckon you.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fabrizio Frosini 11 October 2015

a very good description, of a 'normal' day [ ''a sedate routine'' ], of a lonely person.. in a depauperated world.. Thanks for sharing, Ajit

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