Every morning as I wake up, the first thing I do usually is look out of the window. It's become more of a habit for me now. It just feels fresh and lively, my way to enjoy the five minute peace before I kickstart my day. I enjoy watching the pale rays of the sun seeping In through the window. There's usually a few birds chirping, resting on the cable wires that connect the buildings together.
On one such day I noticed a couple of birds playing on a rope. They would swing about getting caught in the rope and within minutes would be free again. The following poem would perhaps explain it in a better manner.
I stand by my window,
Enjoying the beautiful view.
Of the vast blue sky
And the morning dew.
The times are changing,
I could see upto miles away,
Now buildings are creeping up.
My vision of the horizon destroyed
There's a fifteen storey building,
Coming up right in front of me,
Bound by bamboos and rope around
Covered in a massive green cloth.
The birds they would glide above it,
Enjoying the vast blue sky,
Now they hover over it,
Like over a graveyard they fly.
Now there's a certain floor,
The tenth of the building I think,
Which has a long rope hanging about,
Like a playrope does it swing.
I've seen many a bird stuck in that rope,
They seem to enjoy the hang,
Getting stuck and untangling themselves,
What goes on in their mind?
I wonder if anyone around me,
Notices the bird's little game.
I wonder what shall happen of the birds,
When the building will be complete.
Shall they hover about another building,
Shall they continue the same?
Shall someone perhaps tie a rope,
For the little bird's game?