Pensive, I stand by the glass window
Catching the afternoon shower
The same way I used to, before;
Except, now, I cannot-
In fear of being tagged insane,
Open the window,
Let the water soak my face,
Pensive, I stand by the glass window
Musing over the fate of the greenery
That lay before tall brick walls;
Cows and buffalos- not rain-intolerant
But over the years, learnt from men
That they had to run for shade in rain.
Pensive, I stand by the glass window
Watching a man and a woman
Run for cover,
Sharing an umbrella-
Which I bet they would have let go
Had I not been watching.
