The clock has struck nine and I wave you goodbye,
only to pick up the breakfast plate that you left by.
The half glass of water that you hurriedly drank,
and collecting the office papers - written and some blank.
That wet towel thrown on the bed everyday,
and one slipper found, the other lost away.
The night cocoa mug and the morning tea cup,
beside the bottles of water that you emptied up.
Crumbs of biscuits with newspapers astray,
the sheets all crushed that I tidy everyday.
Bedtime storybooks and fancy hair clips ,
tiny changed vests and the empty pack of chips.
Cars under the pillow and that puzzle half done,
remind me of the night gone by when we had fun.
The little toothbrush left along the big one,
I arrange it all back after I am done.
Changed clothes - big and small on the towel rack,
still smell the same as they did a decade back.
I wait for you to come back at dusk again,
to make mess and leave it as the same.
For it makes me your anchor in life seeming fine.
and that you both love me with this passing time.
only to pick up the breakfast plate that you left by.
The half glass of water that you hurriedly drank,
and collecting the office papers - written and some blank.
That wet towel thrown on the bed everyday,
and one slipper found, the other lost away.
The night cocoa mug and the morning tea cup,
beside the bottles of water that you emptied up.
Crumbs of biscuits with newspapers astray,
the sheets all crushed that I tidy everyday.
Bedtime storybooks and fancy hair clips ,
tiny changed vests and the empty pack of chips.
Cars under the pillow and that puzzle half done,
remind me of the night gone by when we had fun.
The little toothbrush left along the big one,
I arrange it all back after I am done.
Changed clothes - big and small on the towel rack,
still smell the same as they did a decade back.
I wait for you to come back at dusk again,
to make mess and leave it as the same.
For it makes me your anchor in life seeming fine.
and that you both love me with this passing time.
