The Clothes Two Poem by Santosh Bakaya

On the clothesline they hung
Silent and morose, clothes two
Of a man and a woman.
Tightly squeezed and wrung
Of emotions all
Estranged and detached.

By their plight the wind was stirred
It tickled one, then the other
Trying to smother
Them with its breezy ministrations.
An old oak watched with a pinched- face concentration.
Their expressions of surprise well - disguised
They now swayed and whirled
Around each other curled and furled.
Hugging each other in warmth tactile.
Swaying and prancing, dancing with a rare elegance
At each other, now lovingly they glanced.
On the clothesline they squirmed and tossed
Their ardor enhanced, in each other engrossed
The leaves giggled as they wriggled
Unfazed, a tiny earthworm on the earth
Its passionate verse squiggled.
Unhampered, a squirrel scampered on.


Lo and behold! In one burst, they yanked away their shackles
Gloriously unpinned, untethered and free, smiling endlessly
No longer did they mope
But were soon humming a duet of hope
Flying in the air, in a bonhomie rare
Clinging to each other like lovers true
Their passions unbridled flew.
With the breeze they sang and sang
From every branch of every tree freedom rang
And rang!