Nyara Choudhury
Home Buddy
Small cold jagged piece of metal
Easy to lose,
impossible to live without.
Hard hunk of steel
gracefully turns the oppressive lock that fiercely guards my home.
The light jingle you sing as I pull you out of my pocket,
clickclickclick.
The shifting of the tumblers in my
lock is the quietest song I hear all day,
but it is my favorite one.