A Morning In My Balcony

I woke up to watch tears made of dew drops-

I found the sky of ashes above my head

But to touch those,

I never gave it a thought.

I saw a Dove drowning in the cold water of a pond on my left struggling for its life, But I asked humbly,

If it needed a quilt for this winter or not!

I changed my direction of looking-

And I found myself staring at a shaggy fellow on my right,

Scratching its everywhere and maybe thinking about the last night fight that it lost.

I took a panoramic picture of everything in my front,

Saved it in my mind and kept the essence of it in a jar to rot.

It is usual that I did not take a look at my back because there –

I have a reputation to showcase and a persona which I once sought.

I grew in myself focusing only on the keynotes of norms that surround my might,

And I am too afraid to admit the marching night shivering in the thought that what would happen if I face the light!

I returned from my balcony.

I retired from my ability of having thoughts-

I focused on the floor beneath my feet-

But I did not have the bravery to look forward to the destination,

Which as a Human I supposed to reach.