There Is A Block Of Sun
on one wing of my building
a long rectangle of light
from the bed in my mother’s room
where I lie reading
I see another block of sun
on the building opposite
and in the evening
across the choc-a-block
stretch of buildings
in Jogeshwari
all the way into the far distance
the light plays and plays
with the faded colours
of whites, orange-pinks, blue-greys,
till the very end
where nothing more can be seen
but the sky
hanging like a sleepy eye.
- Dominic Alapat
