When I was 5 years old
I used to watch birds fly
Flapping their wings
And producing dulcet tones
I used to inhale the fragrant air
There was some mystery around
I saw people walking and not rushing
Meeting each other and discussing
A sense of wonder was there in all eyes
There was a bird’s nest in my house
I saw the bird and its hard work
When it carried every single twig
And build its home
I was left amazed
By that creation
Today, when I see buildings rising high
Floor after floor
I miss that sense of wonder
I live on the 25th floor
And yet it doesn’t seem implausible
It’s been 20 years
The dulcet tones are hiding
Behind the mechanical and religious sounds
I enter the elevator to reach my apartment
I am not amazed by the elevator
I am just happy that I don’t have to climb the stairs
It is all so comforting
But not surprising and wonderful
I enter my house
Open the window
A bird flaps its wings
Flies to the corner of another building
Brings a twig from there
And twig by twig it builds a house
I just sit near my window and look at it
I am amazed at it
With awe and wonder in my eyes
I am 5 years old again.

0 thoughts on “5 YEARS OLD…”

    1. shreyans says:

      Thank you so much..

    1. shreyans says:

      Thank you ameena

    1. shreyans says:

      Glad you felt it.

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