5 YEARS OLD…

 

 

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 25^th 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.