The Flat

Three airy rooms and a veranda too,

“A plush 3 BHK flat”- my wife coos.

At last I bought it,

Saved prudently bit by bit.

For years, may be a decade,

Now I put on this fine facade.

That I truly owe the smooth painted walls,

In this glitzy sleepless city: standing posh and tall.

My dream has come true,

The thrill to own something grand and new

Time and again, I dust and clean,

Scrub and sweep.

Each window and door,

Every nook and corner, even the floor.

Hold! Did I hear a knock?

But didn’t I carefully block?

All the common faces I can tell,

My! They don’t belong here, they hideously smell.

I feel important and proud,

Not any ordinary folk in the crowd.

So alone I watch the sunshine and the rainfall.

Cause I owe three airy rooms and the veranda too,

“A plush 3 Bhk flat”- my wife coos.