Apartment Number 24

By Sahil Attri

Apartment number 24, she lives there alone

Comes home late at night after her tiring day

Her mornings are silent and nights are darker

A spoon accompanies her with the meals

When she walks doing her households the footsteps are louder

Like a robot she functions, has no friends

She doesn’t have what it takes to stay in trends

That low light dining table is as empty as her soul

But her heart seems too heavy and ready to explode

I’ve never met a girl like this before, so why tonight?

Cause they’re forbidden by society and out of our sights

Energy has left her because it can’t stay with her melancholy

At such a young age she looks like hundred and forty

She gets up, go to work, sleeps and repeat

What she hides inside her, only she could see

This painting she kept staring sometimes reminds me of lost thoughts

Her eyes are so dry, I can compare it with draught

She has no one in her life, consequence of outlook she prefers

Her aura is dreadful, medical help I refer

When things go beyond our control one should lean on

Abandoned by family and cheated by partner, move on

I’m not certain too, its my assumption

She might have nothing like that don’t find conclusions

Maybe just a person bored with her life, no one to approach

Should work on eliminating the part, go and use that torch

Her coffee judges her, as she sips it without a smile

She never laughs or have with any other, but her frown face worth a dime

Curious I was, so looked out for her in the place she lives

The door was open, she wasn’t there, I witnessed everything I speak

I wrote to her that I came along, she replied yes, we had a great talk

She made me see her life’s routine with a clue

Pray I to you, pay a visit at Apartment Number 24 and she’ll welcome you

By Sahil Attri