The Lady in  A Metro  Flat

The flush door closed behind him

She fused her head in the window frame

Removed her mask and looked at the void out

And like a hawk, surveyed, the sea of humanity

Seeing somebody looking up, she blushed

A faint blush that surpassed reality

She looked at the sky and saw a lonely crow

Far away wreaths of smoke spiraled up

Made mysterious by  the great terrestrial spaces

A hot breeze brushed her face tender and fair

          She closed the window

                        Arched her spine full

           Picked up a piece of paper

                        Tore into shreds, a

           Self-shattering gesture

Closing her eyes, she produced physical tears

Creation of immeasurable boredom and affliction

She wore her yellow dressing grown she loved

Stood still before the mirror like a statue

But colour and life ceased to have any bond

Colours reduced to a dull and ineffective tone

She opened the window and looked down  casually

It was evening but no one seemed to have moved

She took a spineless novel and sat on a chair

Stared blankly and waited for ever and ever.