To Sherrie in Yellow Ochre
Suddenly it dawns in her mind that today is the day.
She is being released. Adieu big white building.
Adieu matron like figures moving somberly.
She muttered words of thanks, sweet nothings to the doctors
who certainly have hope of their success. Right now
she does little care. Adieu white she is saying really.
Welcome yellow, her favorite yellow, yellow ochre.
She opens the windows of her room. Slightly jammed hinges.
Home smells like nobody’s home. I’m back baby! Soon.
Soon you will smell like mine. Like a baked cake colored bright ochre.
Evening comes like a neighbor visiting her. Yellow.
They can talk now for hours on the last sermon she has missed;
on the eloped girl’s return or even on the lazy weather.
Unanswered e-mails jump on her with sweetness and soon
become tiresome. A tired bed lamp is dimming itself
in dreamy yellow waves. She sleeps as if she is yet to be born.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


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