The rope outside my window

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.

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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?

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