From her wait at the door step
She sits haunched
Looking to the road
Minnie needs a new phone
Sanju wants a bicycle
Both are the hours that is added to Babu's clock
He had to be home
The sandy shores and desert dunes had become boring
Yet he will clock those hours
Meera will watch her tiny wrist watch
But sit at the door step
Awaiting Babu's return
She stares into the horizon
Babu is staring too
She is at 2:30 in the afternoon
For Babu it is 1:00
The sea winds may carry their sighs
Of missing, and hoping
To hold each other
Soon, maybe soon
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