They are very far

Dark,dim,depressed faces

look at the distance

of horizon once held in their wrists.

Eyes in their eyes

gaze thorough wrinkles

at walls of cold plaster

painted ten years ago.

Vertically climbing sons

and daughters

one day had a break

and were lifted to unknown floors

leaving behind home,walls and old furniture

and history.

On these faces the wrinkles

deepened into a puzzle

in geometry of three dimensional shape

of a sculpture

of an abandoned old mother

who begs ancestoral gods early death.

They are very far from

our kind of glance

from height of our apartment

and love under a flatted roof.

Vinod Verma