Piling and piling, who cares,
the weaver. Of course, I am familiar with the trees
They are familiar with me. On some occasion
I spoke to the birds and squirrel who took a sneak peek
at my sink, while I hung clothes on the line,
or they happened to drink and dance
or a robin complain about a magpie
or a koel calling for mating.
Some peck my mistakes in the name.
Hey! What’s in a name?
We exchange some pleasing glances
and that chameleon who doesn’t change colour
seem to be surprised by the colour of my clothes
But who are they, these new ones, I don’t know them
What are they talking about?
What plan is going on in their mind?
Perhaps bickering.
To me, it sounds dulcet.
At times, the unknown gives joy while known, nothing.
Does the bird understand the squirrel or the chameleon or the spider
Or the dragonfly or the snail or the butterflies?
Who cares about the meaning when we just have to live and go

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Pulkita Anand is an avid reader of poetry. Author of two children’s e-books, her recent eco-poetry collection is ‘we were not born to be erased’. Various publications include:  Tint Journal, Origami Press, New Verse News, Green Verse: An anthology of poems for our planet (Saraband Publication), Comparative Women, Origami Press, Asiatic, Inanna Publication, Bronze Bird Books, SAGE Magazine, The Sunlight Press and elsewhere.