Standing on my terrace, looking at the view below,
The jungle of concrete and greens alike,
I wish I could with the wind flow.
Perching on the parapet, I could above arise,
Reaching the heavens and the clouds alike,
Fly like a bird, carefree and reckless,
Dance like a ballerina, midair and stringless.
Swoosh here and there, round and round the city,
Perch on every branch of every tree,
Smell every fragrance, feel every breeze,
Laugh myself giddy, and do it with ease!!
Standing on my terrace, looking at the view below,
The jungle of concret and greens alike,
I know my soul can with the wind flow!!!
