The terrace
By Breeze on
Hie dear readers Found this in one of my old notebooks. I wrote it when I was much younger. It's imperfect, but I still like the questions my younger self was asking.. So posting this over here
The other day,
I saw a squirrel on my terrace.
My eyes shown with excitement,
and I was astonished
by the way he ran away.
What a loss
But wait... look at the mango tree.
A mother crow is feeding
the chirping babies in her nest .
My terrace is an escape
from the square shaped room
Why?
Terrace is rectangular.
Does that makes any difference ?
The difference is made
by the trees,
the running squirrels,
and the chirping birds
beneath the huge sky.
And then the past hit me,
the memories of a devastated nest
came rushing back.
They had become homeless
for someone's furnitures.
What if they could protest ?
All the birds refused to fly,
all the squirrels leaving us forever.
Their relatives sal and teak
joining them,
they would make a world of their own
and never intermingle with us.
No please then,
my terrace will no longer
be an escape for me .
Perhaps all this is just my imagination,
but one question keeps whriling
in my mind.
Are they becoming homeless,
or are we on the verge
Of being abandoned?
-Breeze