A day's solitude

Written by: Dr.Ram Mehta

Washed a load of clothes
And hung them out to be dried
And busied myself all day….
As I entered in
The sleeve of the shirt…
Rose in observance.

In a gust of wind
Night clothes twined and intertwined
The harvest moon being full…..
Sparse clouds made its light
The bed side flat as desert….
The pillow plump, cool fable.