Those Pain-Filled Moments

I sit brooding on my doorstep, begrimed, Loneliness, like a ghost, within, settled; Sunbeams, outside, spread lavishly sublimed, The current of existence-whirls nettled...! My little daughter, as though bored, sits near, Her head on my chest; hands on my lap placed; Is she hungry? Is she sharing my fear? Is she riddled and puzzled and pain-braced...? My kitty lay perplexed, blinking her eyes, Awe-struck, why she's not given her ration; She's not enticed in chasing any mice, She seems to share my pain-filled fixation...! Things around me, like my life, are shattered, My broken casement nook is not mended; Washed linens, though clean and dry, aren’t gathered, Is my numbed Time doomed to stay suspended...? I do not want to go inside my house, Each room, by past memories, is haunted; In the absence of my devoted spouse, Though nature cheers me up, I feel daunted...!!!