Outside The Window

Shreya Surana
Apr 19, 2021

A poem inspired from the view of my backyard.

Bloomed, weathered and fallen;
a flower like a phoenix.
My chin on the window panel:
resting and observing.

My eyes mesmerized by the white petals
on the grey concrete.
My ears listen to the whisper of the tyres
as cars and trucks, and buses pass by.

My skin feels the light cold breeze,
leaving a soft brush on my cheek.
My nose breathes in the slight mix:
the freshness of nature with the smoky pollution.

A tear escapes as
I feel alive.

Still in the moment
feeling the life in my breath.

© Shreya Surana 2021.

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