In a small corner, a view afar
as I jug a glass of water on every visit
a stranger on his laptop
scaling his way into the late night, agony exquisite

I fathom his working room
is but a stone throw away
this time with his small kid around
he works until the lights switch off, my goodbyes, a disarray

and when they do, I know its late enough;
ensnared in the life of a night owl,
I try to get myself to sleep
to wait for another day of mostly unpleasant news

the new life, as we all endure
our unique ways through it, a first for most of us
the sight of this family, rather pleasant
a connection, albeit superfluous

a connection nevertheless
a friend I reckon
with a stranger from the lockdown
disposition of my mind’s cavern

Published by Saumya Sharma

'cos I've got a roving soul..

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