A day I lived with no one
A day I live alone.
I sit on my swing in the balcony
And due to some reason I start to moan.
I look down each person
A gardener planting trees
In that cold windy breeze,
A maid cleaning the path
Un-aware of science or math.
I see a labour drilling a wall
And a lot of smoke harming all.
A child begging for money
While none giving his family a penny
A pigeon sitting on my empty water pot
His eyes telling me to put at least a drop.
Ting-tong I hear a bell
I open the door, quite fast, for the well.
My working auntie had come to broom
So I open the gates of my room.
I go back to the balcony
Forgetting about my olden thoughts,
I thought sometime of a different sort.
I laughed ‘’The aunt talks too much, with no doubt’’
Hearing me my mom came out.
Then followed her came my aunt,
Speaking language understand no of us can’t.
But a few words I grabbed and felt
The story was making my mind to melt.
The rain yesterday had flooded her house
And she told, had crossed the height of her children, reaching till her blouse.
I think sorrow can be a language
Everyone can understand and share a cage
A shelter can be shared and those people can be helped
In the villages, those can be developed.
No one helped her shifting the water.
No one could help whether it be her son or daughter.
On this day I felt so awkward
So helpless, inspite of being this forward
A day I live alone
Thinking of ways to change the world
And put an end to this moan