The House By the Woods
The creaking sound on the steps
on ascending the platform to the door
matching those of buzzing bees and crickets
that serenade through the fading lights
streaming through the leafy filigree
The door opened and a middle aged man
greeted me and called me in
the thud thud of heels on wood
as we moved into the drawing room
wall shelves full of books
reading table and sofa set
We sat down and held the cups
chatting on literary topics and politics
lanterns shading the shape of our faces
casting shadows on the floor
He lived alone and away
from social groups; the urban milieu.
shielded from the goings-on
the mad race to out-maneuver
acquiring money and winning elections
as the panacea of all ills.
As I left him in the cover of the night
i wondered if he would continue
to savor the closeness to the green
or wait for the urbania to extend
to gradually extinguish the woods.
Copyright © Gautam Shankar Banerjee | Year Posted 2016
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