An everyday distance

I see you walk in the distance of everyday
sometimes the Sun walks with you,
Orange, arrogant
mystique-

I open my mouth
and swallow the Sun,
you too
some where perhaps..

I throw you out now
at my own compulsion,
worn and devoid of love
now a rag,
naked, devoid of charity.

© 2013 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury 

( Image from the Internet)