These mighty walls of a high-rise promise to make you the mightiest of all-
What would it be like, the pride to own a home-
High and tall, above all?
How do I elevate, when these walls rise as well, with my every step higher?
And the shadows they cast, be it day or night
An eclipse so unnatural, behind the smokescreens are the stars and the sun.
But these are the walls, that would protect me too-
from the vagaries of nature- a storm would fell a tree
But not the pillars of the high-rise, you see!
After all, these walls stand on razed trees-
“strong” enough to suck the breath of living in a cloud of dust
Their feet deep into earth, piercing her soul, her crust;
It is the muffled cries of nature buried beneath the high-rise
Which stands inanimate- like an ogress in slumber
Ah, it is an inflated ego which only wants to wall out
everything and everybody, seemingly below its clout!
And here I am perched on the crown of my home-
“Up, above and so high”,
Amid the smog & smokescreens of the lavish
But, somewhere, there is a flutter and I so wish
to spread my wings beyond those walls and fly!
