We Are

poet , ANJALI DENANDI,MOM ...................................................... WE ARE .................................. He is a chef of a hotel,5 stars; he is my neighbour; i stay side of his house; daily,he gifts me, tea, and coffee; he gives me, foods, oh ! too good ! too healthy,and too tasty ! and also,too nice,of it's flavour ! very big,is his,house; very big,also,my house; he is alone; i am also,alone; we have no families; his age is 58; my age is 48; i write and write........................ he cooks and gifts me,daily; "how lucky,is my belly !" i say to him. he laughs,loudly. he likes my poems' rhythm. one day ,we break our wall, which is in between of us. our 2 big-big houses- becomes a too-big house. i work in a publishing-house; our job addresses are at same place. our holidays are also at same-days. we are made for each-other. one-day,he is transfered from his hotel; goes to a foreign-country. i become alone; nobody gifts me,foods,tea,coffee. but, he talks with me at every-night; comes dawn; we have not known, by our talking; after some months, i become too ill; he comes and i go with him; we stay,together,in foreign-country. yes,cancer is in my belly. later,i become dead. he pulls my head, keeps on his chest, cries and cries......................................... but ,i can not hear; come down,his tears.................................... fall,on me, but,i can not feel. after my death, he returns in our too-big-house; stays here,alone, with my memories................... loneliness is only with him................ ………………………………………………………