Keeping The Door Ajar Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Keeping the door ajar
I look at the guava tree
Standing like a broken lover

Waiting for swings to be
Tied in its branches
For children to jump from
Branch to branch
During summer holidays

The yard is full of sounds
With caged parrots asking for
Fruits seated in a corner

I keep the door ajar
To see my sisters drawing
Water from the well
Their tender fingers getting
bruised with rope

I close the door and come back
Inside my ac room to work
with my laptop

In the silence of the home
As tear drops of loneliness
Roll down on my cheeks
And fall on my chest one by one
Trying to cool my heart