! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! At Crack Of Dawn...! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Through chinks in roman blinds, I wake and see
by Mamta Agarwal
Its dawn, stretch out my hand for the remote;
Switch off air conditioner, jarring sound
Drowned the musical notes of flitting birds,
And the song of first pre monsoon showers
All summer, I had waited and longed to hear.
Languorously inhaled the soft fragrance
Of the now wet earth, that stirred up per chance
A longing for you; just then mobile rings,
I laughed out loud and said, great timing!
Perplexed, you asked, tell me, what I did now.
Oh, you just caught me red handed, somehow…
After a shower, hair wrapped in a towel,
Stepped into the kitchen, to make waffles.
Your parting shot, woman- a mystery
Tickled, I quite relished my coquetry.