Call center

 

A little bird sits on my  clothesline
All night , side by side with a sock,
Slowly recovering from a washing .

As the sun appears in east of tree,
Bird vanishes in its incipient light
Not to be seen again in a daylight.

Perhaps it is the night call center,
Attending the washing machines
Complaints from across the seas.

While on a night duty on the wire,
Does it not doze off its perch like
A sock at times falling on a night?

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s