Debanjan Dhar (14.6.1989 / Calcutta)
No one was home
It was in a Saturday afternoon that everything seemed to rhyme
As if all seasons had come back to their birth time.
A piano man played a trick from the back of the hedge,
The sun fed flower caught his act but listened to his pledge.
A river played along with the afternoon merry.
So did a white and blue china vessel with a blueberry.
A blue bird may have perched on the sill but no one knew
For the piano man had fled and the door mouse was in pursue.
No one was home when the golden chrome had made love to the walls.
The lazy crazy kitten goofed around with a brave heart butterfly.
A young leaf with its yellow soul prayed she shouldn’t die.
So a cocky crow threw a blessing to the kitty
And the soaring butterfly flaunted her wings’ nitty-gritty.
A crumb of bread the piano man had given the crow
Had saved a butterfly in its earthly flow.
Saturday afternoon smiled and the seasons tumbled at play.
Look for the bangles in a hand on the palm of which a raindrop lay.
No one was home when the golden chrome had made love to the walls
Oh china vessel would you breakdown when the drawing room doors open?
Would you be startled blue bird if your sill is again hope stricken?
Why flower child did you make the piano man run away?
I was hoping to kiss your roots but you sent me astray.
Oh why, No one was home when the golden chrome had made love to the walls!
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