My Sofa...

Looking at the sofa

I feel the  warmth and

the scent of my flesh

like  lilac perfume spreads

whenever I pass by it

Kids sit on it, watch TV

change the cushions to side,

dust away the cover

play for a moment and go

still no claim of excitement

on its face to be seen.

All I know the sofa lies

like a dead piece of wood

for everybody , in the room

that is made of bricks,

but my presence turns it

to glow with a smile,

it is my bed of truth

and unspoken secrets ,

waits for my body to fall

on it  and to give me

thoughts of dream and

wakes me up with a
loving hope to begin anew...

Sabita Sahu