Old man standing on your balcony
the sun is setting, the day is done
what are you thinking as you stand chewing on your thumb?
About the road turned to mud by those Indian afternoon monsoons?
What worries you so that you wring your hands?
what makes your lips twist into that half grin?
the sun is setting the day is done
you’re home, you’re here
spending this moment of thought
with a neighbor across the way
just life that we give and time that we share
knowing or not, it’s the thought that counts
a rupee for yours
my old balcony friend.