From The Eyes Of A Rooftop Girl

Every day, I watch the sun drown into a mosque.

Every day, I see it turn the sky

From Orange to a pink hue,

To a faded purple and then to dark blue.

I see a star pinned to the same spot every day,

And I watch the moon wax and wane.

How can one not love the evenings,

That brings the sky and the earth together?

But it isn't just the sky I notice day-to-day.

I watch the life that bustles

On the terrace of every house and building.

I see a man playing badminton with his new wife,

And an old man takes his evening walk.

I see a teenager sneak upstairs to talk to his love,

While a few kids play and laugh.

I see a boy take his evening smoke,

And curse the aunties who collect to talk.

I can't help but notice the boy 

Who brings his dog upstairs most days,

To flex his muscles 

And prove he's still in the game.

The looks he sneaks from time to time,

I see those too.

And then there's a girl, 

Who sits on her rooftop every day,

Listening to an obnoxious variety of songs

As she watches life across the rooftops

Where everyone exists together,

But with adequate space.

Probably that's what this period was about,

Appreciating living together, and apart.