Standing tall
the highrise
roots planted deep
the wind playing often
on its walls of
impregnable concrete
but sometimes
when the earth shakes
the stoic abode of many
shakes inside out
threatened by
the fear
of an eternal crack
and those with cracks
that live within its walls
rush out
hands held tight
their own gaps
momentarily forgotten
mended with
a spontaneous
egoless love
woken by that
instant mortal fear
and like birds
leaving their
woven twigs behind
sometimes out
under the sky
seems far safer
the safe haven
a roof provides.


Author: vidur sahdev

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