5 AM
Ahmedabad Airport
Airside
Amala
Spotless
Bird
Toilet cleaner
Hands a small, white flannel
To a woman
Accessorised
With two small boys
In socks and shoes
A woman
Who’s wearing
More
Than she makes in a year
Amala wonders how
One so meticulous
In dress
Washes her hands
Of good manners
So casually
Amala
In her sterile airport uniform
Peeks
Through the plate glass expanse
At the big birds
Nesting
On the tarmac
Amala peeks at the big birds
Preparing to migrate
To climes
She’s never heard of
In the other universe
Amala hums a film song
Peeks at the non-regulation colours
Daubed
On her toenails
Beneath her sterile airline uniform
Then
With no customer to hand
Takes a small
White flannel
Wipes the taps
With a silent smile
With a silent prayer
Wipes the taps
Kisses the flannel
Then wipes again
For the extra shine
That just might
Convince God
To laugh
At His own reflection
To smile
At her shoeless fledglings
To smile
And grant them flight