Food For Thought Poem by DR KUSUMITA MUKHERJEE

Why did I lose my wallet?
Was it not enough that I rendered defunct my pair of gold earrings by losing one?
Am I losing my mind?
What have I been thinking of?
I do not have the faintest notion.

My mind slips to numbness
It chooses an alternate channel of thought
Refuses to admit apprehensions
Whether I will miss the appointment or burn the curry?
It remains poised on one spec of thought.

I dare not lose that gem
The epiphany of my drab hours
I brood when I can
And write to be complete.