Hullabaloo Reloaded! Poem by Meenu Alex

Another day of infinite hullabaloo
They come in cars, leave it here and
Stuck themselves in a big Tata Sumo and fly
Me and the children sit together and laugh to tv shows
Snacks tins opened
Searched on the world wide web
Talks on phone
And waited for the calls....
Again another day, tomorrow
What will it be like..
Like seasons and rains? Like Battura and kadai chicken?
Like Salt and pepper? A stormy night? A Sea wind?
I hear sobs, I hear laughter
I hear secrets, despair, hope, boredom
I hear something falling on the floor
I see a feather, smooth and tender,
Slowly breezing in a distance...
Away, but I raised my hand unknowingly
Towards....I have to leave something here
Like the feather in the wind

Again what shall it be like?