Idle and hopelessly bored.
Probably lacks a television set for entertainment
Considers my personal life a source of fulfillment.
Lonely inquisitive house-wife.
With endless precious time to kill.
Annoys me as I'm stepping out at seven thirty in the morn
For a serene walk that my restless mind longs.
'Good morning Maria
Are you going out?"
"Leave me alone."
I desire to shout.
White spittle nurtures the crevice of her lower lip
Dusky, lard-ish, ungainly.
Come to ponder
She does indeed resemble a chimp.
I step out the next afternoon, at a quarter past twelve
"Where do we work Maria?", she shrills
I traipse along.
"What a pest
Why can't she mind her own business?"
In the evenings, I glimpse
a face well hidden behind the shrubs across a window-grill.
It is the nosy lady
Watching everyone walking up and down at will.
The next day I'm outside at four
"Is your father currently in Indore?
You own land there I hear
The court settlement has occurred I suppose?"
I'm surprised and fazed.
How does this stranger with my family's life keep pace?
"Cynthia aunty, my neighbour considers you stuck-up
Screwing up at us your pert little nose every dusk ."
"I clarified her misconception
You're a studious, quiet soul I know!"
"We're neighbours and friends
We must each concern ourselves with each others' bliss and comprehend.
Anton's doing very well for himself as a team leader.
What wages do you draw?"
My lower lip shivers.
I am but an ordinary bard
Why do Masses consider me to be wealthy?
I'm therefore painfully scarred.
She presumes I'm loaded
Destiny's trump card.
At dawn, I chance upon her,
With her lad.
Politely I nod.
"Anton greet Maria will you dear?"
"Oh yes.", I doltishly volunteer.
"As I'm strolling along the corridors, he but always looks the other way."
"She smiles at you my darling boy!!
Quit ignoring her."
Now as I wander by myself, Anton glimpses up at my face
and slyly smiles .
An excited, smitten look in his gaze.
Its a familiar gesture
One I can accurately place
When I was in love myself.
Oh! What a tardy maze!
My folly then,
Setting kindred bosoms ablaze.
Post literary discourse
dazedly I return home.
Mother coaxes
"On the dining table there is roasted turkey tarrying
For you little lady alone!"
I gorge on it gourmandishly,
My hunger knows no bounds.
"Look how caring Anton is lass!"
Mother's tone resounds.
I let the innocuous, unsuspecting bird crash.
I'm weary and worn.
"Why do you accept such pathetic surprises mother?"
I'm quite forlorn.
"A towering Neanderthal with a sloping fore-head.
Orthodox and sickeningly mothered.
Do you desire that as my fate?
Don't I already possess way too much on my plate?"
She puerilely ignores me,
Intently refuses heated debate.
The duo's seedy intentions now obvious.
While exiting the iron gates I reduce my naive chatter.
Talk on my mouthpiece,
Consciously ignore the mad-hatter.
For lust of prosperity and looks,
Of persistent mothers and crooks.
Love is an outlandish term.
All they cherish is a prized economic bargain
How it causes me to squirm!
A mother always considers her son a prized catch
How such delusional thoughts for decades their minds hatch?
She intruded on my space daily,
every hour for two years
made me feel as though I were under house-arrest
A captive girl in my solitary nest.
I don't see her anymore
Perhaps she's dead!
Who am I kidding?
I spotted her the other day after two months
Anton gripped firmly her hand,
As she sickeningly balked.
Could it be that she's genuinely ill?
Of relentlessly haranguing me then she's had her fill.
I wish I could muster a sliver of pity
Or a sympathy pill.
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