Rented House

I enter the house with closed eyes.

Here is our room, where,

Shreya kicked me awake from inside.

With my worries washed off,

In warm water of this white tiled washroom,

I pray with an empty mind,

Within the fumes of incense fragrance,

At the prayer room!

Amma coos to the newborn with,

Soft melodies in the next room...

I offer my cup of tea from the sunny kitchen to,

My dearest girl!

As we chat incessantly, the wind becomes a breeze

Carrying, the fragrance from my tended garden!

I open my eyes to look over my pet plants.

They are new as is the home that houses them.

Rooms have changed as is the life in it.

Here I close my eyes once again,

To feel its homeliness

Tomorrow when I close my eyes,

I can be here with all its warmth!