He had all,
The corporately vested persona;
a penthouse pecking at the sky;
drop top to drive horizon-ward;
and solitaire to hem in her dainty finger.
Quintessentially, that was all,
but it did not suffice her all the same.
The corporate, wedded to him;
silence festooned in the penthouse;
the tyres slumbered in shelter;
and solitaire, smothered in cube.
Yes, she had all,
except his ‘time’.
By Prerna Daga