A Cleansing Touch

The morning was calm and cool After a rainy monsoon night The wind was playing with everything it can put hands upon Pushing down and thrashing, making a scene so bizarre Pretending like the world cup players in the grounds of Brazil In this third floor apartment at Kochi, India. Got up a little late than usual Walked straight to the front door To catch hold of the morning newspaper As if something will happen to the world If it is not read on time. On opening the front door Off went the healthy mood as something unpleasant awaited there. The two big waste buckets, our neighbor’s, Lying side turned down, wide open, touching our door. An ugly sight seen sometimes, Today the naughty monsoon wind had done it. No! This is something a lady hates to see right in front of the door Especially in a tranquil morning, like today’s. Blue and clear was the view of the sky But clouds grey and dark gathered in my mind Before late it might pour I feared much. Let the neighbor come, will put an end to this Lapses no more I’ll bear, the last one will be today Sat on the sofa waiting For somebody to appear. Moments passed and neighbor’s door opened The youngest of the family came out. Placing the first step out, turned to me with a lovely smile As though a bud is slowly turning into full bloom Then came a “Hm.." from the little dear To attract my attention “Good Morning!’’ What else can I say? He is our dear Thejus who came to the world Only just three years before. Thejus came to our door, was still in his nightwear Presented me with a more hearty smile. Oh! The boy's sparkling eyes noticed something unusual about the buckets Of which of course had a little doubt Who the owner really is. Asked with the innocence only a three year old can own “This is mine, no?”.”Yes” “Shall I take it and place it there?” in the sweetest tone of a toddler. Don’t know to where my ill feelings Those got sedimented in the serene morning Flew away Feeling ashamed by the little one’s magic touch. Finishing off all the stains in my heart More like a machine, pronounced a “Yeah” The boy lifted the bins one by one, a little heavy for his age Placed them in their position and didn't care to turn back Started playing with his small bicycle Leaving his grown-up neighbor to reflect over a verse from The Holy Bible, "Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven".