: BLISS OF TIME lines=30
How silent was the noon of Austin in summer ,
Like inferno and more lonely than midnight of winter,
Taking backward journey of twenty three years
I wonder to remember how I used to take walk
At mid-noon in the neighborhood of ‘Shroeder Park’
When neither a squirrel nor even a bird was in sight!
Or sometimes I walked aimlessly towards gas station…
Seldom some car appeared to pass over by side -road
Some times I needed to enter nearby a rich neighborhood
Named as 'Balcones wood', with my rolled on suitcase
Full of dirty clothes. I was not legally supposed
To use that washing machines as being outsiders
But fortunately never questioned by any security guards.
After the 9/11mishap, I always noticed outside the gate
A police-van busy in listening continuously radio message !
Worried me to be arrested by police, for encroaching
Another laundromat! My son lost his job in last lay off.
He bought a house with defective washing machine.
I was parceled to daughter, studying in Ann Arbor, Michigan.
All these misfortune showered one after another.
Within short interval of my husband passed away!
It was hard to imagine how a brilliant rank holder
Could lose job from a Company, pitched me in sorrows
As curse of time was over, I forgot the depressed years:
The inferno of summer, or snow-white plants in Ann Arbor
Looking as eerie ghosts, turned as trauma of a narrator!
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