Severing Selves

Windows & clouds
mirrored alike,

the hues of the setting sun;

reflecting on who looked better & brighter of them both

The hawks flew over & about,

Credits: Nat Geo Magazine

letting themselves be played by winds.

In midst of this urban growth,

As if a child constructs building blocks;

So was there a twelve storey

where lights proclaimed the lives inside.
A doll house of a girl giant-

the dolls were moving constantly;

Moving like ants in their colony,

working selfishly to themselves.

Now to the west the sun was

tending the green glowing tree tops;

& at a distance crows were seen

aping the hawks above:
 The sheer pettiness of Man to grow,

to be unsatisfied of what he has grown into

To severe bonds and to let himself adrift,

Flow in the currents of Time,

not knowing that the Day will end &

make him sleep an endless sleep.

The fast growing image of modern lifestyle-flat life- is the focus that deviates into random ponderings about the cocooned self-important lives led by many.