The world is anxious,
Man hesitates
between pondering choices
The cloth wire
with many hanged options
none fit to cover his doubts.

In mornings,
sky asks,
How long more
the clouds wander
In my river.

At nights,
Sky listens
to the dark night
Untroubled by time demands.

A little robin,
Look at his blue
red feathers
Sigh, in confusion
Shall I stay or fly
What happens to my feathers
Somewhere else.

A white dog in a storm,
barking outside.

The anxious cat
jumps from the stole
Breaks the jug,
Spill the milk
all over the floor.

The frightened maid
With both hands
Lift the cat
throw her into the stove.
Gladly the flames were gone!

Who will clean the stains
While the blamer chase the storm?

The house gets quiet
Just the outside sounds.

The world is anxious
To stay and blame
Or
to move on
with the change
and
Clean the floor
For all that comes
after cats, dogs and storms.

For a cream after a milk,
For a calm maid
Ah
for a life
anxious free!

© Serena Devi, June 2011

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