A Day's Journey

The afternoon was too oppressive
to loudly proclaim that summer had arrived
and you will sizzle and singe
for the next indefinite number of months
that were ahead.
The vender's selling sweet curds and cold drinks,
screaming in a monotonous, drab,
and routine voice not withstanding,
you felt like jumping into the canals that
now looked like poodles.
The buffaloes had already started out on
their pleasurable pass time,each
one, occupying its place in the drying ponds.
The trees had just started to dry up, but
the hills already looked feverish,with more of their bones
and little body, the loneliness of the afternoon
was unrecognizable
yet it gnawed at something inside you,constantly,
which you couldn't put into words.
You sat listlessly like an orphan
forsaken by the world, in the crowd of people,
and remained dead, even after
smiling at a standing passenger,
sharing a newspaper, wondering at the
beauty of a young girl sitting in front of you,
and at last, getting down,
after offering your seat to a hapless boy man
standing by and dozing,
who thanked you with obligation written
large on his face.
You got down and entered the drama outside
with vigour and agility which nobody can
mistake for anything,
Loneliness still sat on your back
like the ghost, who told stories to the King and
every time flew back to its tree thwarting the Kings logic,
It never left your side like a faithful companion
and never will.