Amiss Poem by Dyuti Banerjee

Something is amiss here- no doubt:
I felt that right in the dankness of the morning-
(You know how the mornings are, these days)
Amiss- but nothing eerie, you know...
Like the last tin-soldier with just one leg...
I opened the window to the right of the bed-
(Yes, yes, the one that looks out on the montessori school-
Oh, yes, the kids still make the same din!)
The air outside was wet with chill-
I made tea- forgot that there's no sugar left-
Pathetically bitter tea, first thing in the morning-
Didn't even try to make breakfast-
Didn't go to work...
There was a spider on the pane of the bathroom window-
Who put it there? Felt scared stiff-it was a big one...
No, really big... you get my point?
Felt so completely alone-all alone in the flat,
With an eight-footed spider on my bathroom window,
Winking menacingly at my discomfiture...
You know what I did? Guess, guess-
No, I did not...Why would I drown it in a bucket of water?
No, I did not-I'm too scared to kill a spider with a broomstick!
I did not kill it at all- I let it be...
You'd have killed it, I know: I know you are thinking i'm SILLY;
But you left-leaving me in the empty flat, with an empty bathroom,
You were the one amiss-
The spider came- the bathroom's not empty..
I can feel his stare- i'm a bit embarrassed, of course...
But at least, he hasn't left- like you did-
You, who'd kill my spider on the bathroom window....