A living balcony

Every inch of space
in the small rectangular balcony,
seemed to be occupied.

I could spot...
a plastic  dustbin in the corner,
unwanted stuff piled up on one side,
a couple of shirts, saris, uniforms
swinging merrily on the clothesline,
grandpa's reclining chair lying closeby,
grandma's plate of chillies left to dry,
a little tricycle earning some rest,
an overflowing shoe rack,
a mop stick tucked away upright.

but amidst the clutter,
spreading waves of cheer
from a  cracked ledge in the corner,

I could sense a surge of green breath,
a small, green potted plant,
gleefully emerging
from inside a brown womb,

its  green, layered robe
displaying a touch of elegance,
thanks to tiny specks of sunlight
painting miniature golden tattoos,
that chubby fingers clutching
the tricycle bell,
want to catch and hold.




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